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 Portugal and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and New York.
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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the oboe 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 Essential Logic to the grunge 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 Kaleidoscope. All the underground hits.
All Peter and Kerry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispian St. Peters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sparks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moss Icon,
The Vogues,
Robert Wyatt,
Swans,
R.M.O.,
PIL,
One Last Wish,
Slick Rick,
JFA,
Marmalade,
Susan Cadogan,
T. Rex,
F. McDonald,
MDC,
Gong,
Sonic Youth,
Magazine,
Alison Limerick,
The Fugs,
Average White Band,
Mr. Review,
B.T. Express,
Scion,
The Fortunes,
Mantronix,
Skriet,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Neon Judgement,
Kaleidoscope,
The Slackers,
Lightning Bolt,
Laurel Aitken,
Archie Shepp,
Scrapy,
Masters at Work,
Newcleus,
Theoretical Girls,
This Heat,
Tres Demented,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Skatalites,
The Busters,
Joey Negro,
Marc Almond,
Hashim,
Bob Dylan,
Loose Ends,
Porter Ricks,
Swell Maps,
Arab on Radar,
Scott Walker,
Chris Corsano,
Shoche,
Jawbox,
Girls At Our Best!,
Rakim,
Avey Tare,
Minnie Riperton,
EPMD,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
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