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 Lebanon and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 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 Connie Case. All the underground hits.
All Lou Christie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Youth Brigade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cameo,
Lindisfarne,
Schoolly D,
Todd Rundgren,
Warren Ellis,
The Knickerbockers,
Marvin Gaye,
Arab on Radar,
Fad Gadget,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Intrusion,
Piero Umiliani,
Lalo Schifrin,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Peter & Gordon,
Harmonia,
Animal Collective,
The Dirtbombs,
Accadde A,
Television Personalities,
The Zeros,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Kerri Chandler,
Gang of Four,
Lyres,
Grandmaster Flash,
Mary Jane Girls,
Robert Görl,
The Last Poets,
These Immortal Souls,
Aaron Thompson,
The Moody Blues,
Bobby Byrd,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Slackers,
Ralphi Rosario,
Heaven 17,
The Shadows of Knight,
Carl Craig,
Bob Dylan,
Ronnie Foster,
The Index,
The Cramps,
Sight & Sound,
Roy Ayers,
The Leaves,
Big Daddy Kane,
Michelle Simonal,
The Skatalites,
The Evens,
The Electric Prunes,
Trumans Water,
Zapp,
Robert Hood,
John Cale,
The Happenings,
Bauhaus,
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