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 Marshall Islands and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Woodstock.
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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Marmalade to the jazz 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 Gang of Four. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Frankie Knuckles 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pagans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crime,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Blancmange,
Liliput,
Josef K,
Rakim,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Yazoo,
The Index,
Niagra,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Jeru the Damaja,
T.S.O.L.,
Mission of Burma,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Max Romeo,
Eli Mardock,
Throbbing Gristle,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Young Rascals,
the Soft Cell,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lalann,
Frankie Knuckles,
Goldenarms,
The Cowsills,
Quando Quango,
Technova,
Sexual Harrassment,
Talk Talk,
Joensuu 1685,
The Invisible,
David Bowie,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Wire,
Robert Görl,
Sun Ra,
Sam Rivers,
Blake Baxter,
The Slackers,
Aloha Tigers,
Minor Threat,
The Fall,
Danielle Patucci,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Pussy Galore,
Eurythmics,
MC5,
The Neon Judgement,
Swans,
Index,
Joe Finger,
The Last Poets,
Boogie Down Productions,
Theoretical Girls,
DJ Style,
Tears for Fears,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ken Boothe,
K-Klass,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
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