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 Botswana and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Sällskapet to the disco 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 Camouflage. All the underground hits.
All Animal Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Colin Newman 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Techniques record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Neon Judgement,
The Star Department,
Piero Umiliani,
Rufus Thomas,
Siglo XX,
Zero Boys,
Main Source,
Marc Almond,
Wally Richardson,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Motorama,
Scott Walker,
Royal Trux,
Gregory Isaacs,
X-Ray Spex,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sight & Sound,
The Dirtbombs,
The Seeds,
Visage,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Nils Olav,
Gang Green,
X-102,
Davy DMX,
Second Layer,
Metal Thangz,
Sällskapet,
Matthew Bourne,
The Fuzztones,
The Raincoats,
Oneida,
The Vogues,
Bobby Sherman,
The Gun Club,
The Young Rascals,
Grey Daturas,
Deadbeat,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sister Nancy,
Panda Bear,
Radiopuhelimet,
Yazoo,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Crispy Ambulance,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Cal Tjader,
Von Mondo,
Danielle Patucci,
Masters at Work,
Chris & Cosey,
Harmonia,
Smog,
Wolf Eyes,
The Smoke,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Scrapy,
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