Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Mozambique and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Agent Orange to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Agent Orange. All the underground hits.
All The Mighty Diamonds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fuzztones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James Chance & The Contortions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joey Negro,
The Human League,
OOIOO,
The Angels of Light,
Clear Light,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Circle Jerks,
CMW,
Todd Rundgren,
Kaleidoscope,
Ice-T,
Ten City,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Rosa Yemen,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Wings,
Subhumans,
Harmonia,
Gang of Four,
Ornette Coleman,
The Pop Group,
Drive Like Jehu,
Jesper Dahlback,
Slick Rick,
Ohio Players,
Black Pus,
Carl Craig,
Television Personalities,
Mars,
Jeru the Damaja,
Todd Terry,
Piero Umiliani,
Tubeway Army,
Minutemen,
Delon & Dalcan,
Nils Olav,
Fad Gadget,
The American Breed,
Janne Schatter,
David Bowie,
Arcadia,
Bobby Womack,
The Remains,
Ronan,
Nirvana,
Fela Kuti,
a-ha,
Nation of Ulysses,
Anthony Braxton,
Althea and Donna,
The Pretty Things,
Ultravox,
Lebanon Hanover,
Deadbeat,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Camberwell Now,
Black Moon,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Wally Richardson,
Freddie Wadling,
Peter and Kerry,
Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd..
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