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 Hungary and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 Tokyo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Dual Sessions. All the underground hits.
All DNA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doors 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terry Callier record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes 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 Fortunes,
Scion,
Electric Prunes,
Delon & Dalcan,
Banda Bassotti,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Boz Scaggs,
Brand Nubian,
Average White Band,
Infiniti,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Stockholm Monsters,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Boredoms,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Chris Corsano,
Lucky Dragons,
These Immortal Souls,
Carl Craig,
Magma,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Outsiders,
Mission of Burma,
The Blackbyrds,
Ossler,
Ice-T,
The Shadows of Knight,
Silicon Teens,
a-ha,
The Slits,
Panda Bear,
Amazonics,
Pharoah Sanders,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
John Lydon,
the Bar-Kays,
The Dead C,
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Jandek,
Fat Boys,
Wally Richardson,
Liliput,
Tom Boy,
The Gladiators,
Sandy B,
The Mummies,
Howard Jones,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bobby Byrd,
Boogie Down Productions,
Fatback Band,
The Barracudas,
Radiopuhelimet,
Donny Hathaway,
Arthur Verocai,
Thee Headcoats,
X-Ray Spex,
Main Source,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Buzzcocks,
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