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 Costa Rica and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Sao Paulo.
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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Matthew Halsall to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Beasts of Bourbon. All the underground hits.
All The Litter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tres Demented 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABBA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang On A Can,
Letta Mbulu,
the Germs,
Severed Heads,
The Cramps,
The Real Kids,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Rites of Spring,
Ronan,
Junior Murvin,
Subhumans,
Jerry's Kids,
Eve St. Jones,
Moby Grape,
Scion,
Arthur Verocai,
Nirvana,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Eddi Front,
Delta 5,
Sarah Menescal,
The Beau Brummels,
Robert Görl,
Scratch Acid,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Urselle,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Cowsills,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Dead C,
Agitation Free,
Desert Stars,
Marcia Griffiths,
Faust,
Tommy Roe,
John Coltrane,
Dual Sessions,
Ohio Players,
Derrick May,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
E-Dancer,
Suburban Knight,
The Flesh Eaters,
Saccharine Trust,
Blake Baxter,
Todd Rundgren,
The Trojans,
Rakim,
CMW,
Lyres,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Detroit Cobras,
Black Bananas,
Patti Smith,
Suicide,
ABBA,
Spandau Ballet,
Barry Ungar,
James White and The Blacks,
Maurizio,
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