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 Dominican Republic and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Dave Gahan to the punk 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 China Crisis. All the underground hits.
All The Fugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Inner City 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Knickerbockers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Piero Umiliani,
Amon Düül,
Young Marble Giants,
Connie Case,
The Fire Engines,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Suicide,
Marine Girls,
X-Ray Spex,
Sparks,
Cybotron,
Tubeway Army,
Deakin,
Lalo Schifrin,
R.M.O.,
8 Eyed Spy,
Robert Wyatt,
New York Dolls,
Mr. Review,
Eli Mardock,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ken Boothe,
Talk Talk,
The Walker Brothers,
Gastr Del Sol,
Heaven 17,
The Kinks,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Youth Brigade,
Slave,
The Star Department,
Bill Wells,
MDC,
Lou Reed,
The American Breed,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Kevin Saunderson,
Brothers Johnson,
Harmonia,
Scrapy,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Radiopuhelimet,
Accadde A,
Moby Grape,
Pulsallama,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lee Hazlewood,
Jacques Brel,
Tres Demented,
Vladislav Delay,
Spoonie Gee,
Nation of Ulysses,
In Retrospect,
The Invisible,
Rekid,
The Detroit Cobras,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Harry Pussy,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Big Daddy Kane,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Unwound,
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