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 Azerbaijan and from Tokyo.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Bremen.
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 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 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 Ronan to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Nico. All the underground hits.
All Bronski Beat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rotary Connection record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aural Exciters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang of Four,
The Shadows of Knight,
Black Bananas,
Depeche Mode,
Lyres,
Quando Quango,
The Pretty Things,
Maleditus Sound,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Dawn Penn,
Accadde A,
The Smiths,
Whodini,
Eve St. Jones,
Pere Ubu,
K-Klass,
Buzzcocks,
Kaleidoscope,
Oneida,
The Skatalites,
Public Enemy,
Masters at Work,
Tommy Roe,
Byron Stingily,
Tropical Tobacco,
Kayak,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Mummies,
Harry Pussy,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Rapeman,
the Slits,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bluetip,
Leonard Cohen,
Pagans,
Roger Hodgson,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Rufus Thomas,
the Human League,
Donald Byrd,
Banda Bassotti,
The Mojo Men,
Rod Modell,
Aloha Tigers,
The Monochrome Set,
Main Source,
Tom Boy,
Porter Ricks,
London Community Gospel Choir,
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The Moleskins,
Ponytail,
Terry Callier,
Freddie Wadling,
The Five Americans,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Nik Kershaw,
Easy Going,
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