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 Uganda and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 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 Brick to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Gian Franco Pienzio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter and Kerry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 The Young Rascals record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heaven 17,
Niagra,
Wolf Eyes,
Thee Headcoats,
Vainqueur,
Public Enemy,
Minnie Riperton,
Iggy Pop,
Arthur Verocai,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Make Up,
Soft Machine,
The Last Poets,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
John Holt,
The Selecter,
Jacob Miller,
Magma,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Carl Craig,
the Germs,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Marine Girls,
Urselle,
Ronnie Foster,
Moebius,
The Beau Brummels,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Arcadia,
Yusef Lateef,
The Evens,
Essential Logic,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Gladiators,
Gang of Four,
Sun Ra,
Lebanon Hanover,
Country Teasers,
Skaos,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Misunderstood,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Section 25,
the Human League,
Fugazi,
Quando Quango,
B.T. Express,
Amazonics,
X-101,
Chris Corsano,
Fela Kuti,
The Wake,
Marcia Griffiths,
Qualms,
Tommy Roe,
The Mojo Men,
Stockholm Monsters,
Matthew Halsall,
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