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 Samoa and from Lagos.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Cure to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Neil Young. All the underground hits.
All The Velvet Underground tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ajijia Myrayebe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Procol Harum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faust,
Scratch Acid,
Pagans,
Gil Scott Heron,
Patti Smith,
L. Decosne,
Dark Day,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Black Flag,
Unrelated Segments,
The Cramps,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Johnny Osbourne,
China Crisis,
Cameo,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Todd Terry,
Danielle Patucci,
JFA,
Kayak,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bronski Beat,
Brand Nubian,
Avey Tare,
Soft Cell,
48th St. Collective,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Zero Boys,
Loose Ends,
Sun City Girls,
Be Bop Deluxe,
the Normal,
Parry Music,
Joe Finger,
Mo-Dettes,
Ronnie Foster,
Scott Walker,
The Flesh Eaters,
Black Moon,
Sandy B,
The Doobie Brothers,
Simply Red,
EPMD,
Crash Course in Science,
Juan Atkins,
Eve St. Jones,
The Move,
Colin Newman,
The Smoke,
10cc,
Godley & Creme,
Smog,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
U.S. Maple,
Dead Boys,
The United States of America,
The Gladiators,
La Düsseldorf,
D'Angelo,
Deadbeat,
The Pretty Things,
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