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 Chad and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Barbara Tucker to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Bang On A Can. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & Metallica tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barbara Tucker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ten City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David McCallum,
Cameo,
Roxette,
Black Pus,
Henry Cow,
the Soft Cell,
Ultravox,
Shoche,
Duran Duran,
Faraquet,
Aloha Tigers,
Fatback Band,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Khruangbin,
Arab on Radar,
Sun City Girls,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Eric Dolphy,
Dark Day,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Monochrome Set,
Trumans Water,
One Last Wish,
Archie Shepp,
The Smoke,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lebanon Hanover,
Little Man,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Monks,
The Shadows of Knight,
June of 44,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sarah Menescal,
Arthur Verocai,
Roxy Music,
Lindisfarne,
Inner City,
Lalo Schifrin,
Main Source,
Livin' Joy,
Smog,
Gong,
Siglo XX,
David Bowie,
Quantec,
Neil Young,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lower 48,
Essential Logic,
Intrusion,
John Foxx,
the Human League,
Amazonics,
X-102,
The Doobie Brothers,
Nick Fraelich,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
MDC,
Anakelly,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Eli Mardock,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
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You don't know what you really want.
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