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 China and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Marc Almond to the electroclash 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 Beasts of Bourbon. All the underground hits.
All Tommy Roe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moebius record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeru the Damaja record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spoonie Gee,
Gong,
Banda Bassotti,
Subhumans,
Gang Starr,
DNA,
Joe Smooth,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bobby Byrd,
Byron Stingily,
Scrapy,
Surgeon,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Vogues,
Steve Hackett,
Flash Fearless,
The Move,
Derrick May,
Barry Ungar,
Kenny Larkin,
Scratch Acid,
Pantaleimon,
The Martian,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gil Scott Heron,
Junior Murvin,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Audionom,
Ultravox,
Lungfish,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
the Soft Cell,
Ituana,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
the Human League,
Amon Düül II,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Marvin Gaye,
kango's stein massive,
Eli Mardock,
Sun Ra,
Newcleus,
The Wake,
Pere Ubu,
Crispian St. Peters,
Graham Central Station,
Mantronix,
Rod Modell,
The Seeds,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Public Image Ltd.,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
X-102,
Oblivians,
Ronan,
Quantec,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam.
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