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 Guinea-Bissau and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Sixth Finger to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Radiohead. All the underground hits.
All Vladislav Delay tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Babytalk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Banda Bassotti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Raincoats,
Josef K,
Bobby Sherman,
Mo-Dettes,
The Invisible,
Bauhaus,
Scientists,
T. Rex,
The Barracudas,
Tropical Tobacco,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Gil Scott Heron,
Shuggie Otis,
The Stooges,
Blossom Toes,
Derrick Morgan,
The Flesh Eaters,
MC5,
Young Marble Giants,
Boz Scaggs,
Wire,
Radio Birdman,
Half Japanese,
Saccharine Trust,
Bang On A Can,
Fugazi,
EPMD,
Chris Corsano,
Pole,
Absolute Body Control,
The Moody Blues,
Marvin Gaye,
Groovy Waters,
Erasure,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Kurtis Blow,
The Happenings,
Unwound,
Severed Heads,
Cheater Slicks,
Schoolly D,
Fat Boys,
Barclay James Harvest,
Funky Four + One,
Black Pus,
The New Christs,
The Fire Engines,
Fad Gadget,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Rites of Spring,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Carl Craig,
Alison Limerick,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Marine Girls,
Magma,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Skarface,
Porter Ricks,
La Düsseldorf,
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