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 Croatia and from Salvador.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Black Sheep to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Heavy D & The Boyz. All the underground hits.
All Lalo Schifrin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T.S.O.L. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vladislav Delay 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?
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Soulsonic Force,
Quantec,
The Grass Roots,
Barbara Tucker,
Tim Buckley,
Outsiders,
Dawn Penn,
Hasil Adkins,
Bob Dylan,
Parry Music,
the Germs,
the Fania All-Stars,
Nirvana,
Niagra,
The Gun Club,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Warsaw,
Skriet,
The Sound,
Talk Talk,
Eden Ahbez,
Isaac Hayes,
Nik Kershaw,
R.M.O.,
Kerri Chandler,
Sex Pistols,
Monolake,
The Fugs,
Godley & Creme,
Lungfish,
Hot Snakes,
The United States of America,
FM Einheit,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Offenders,
The Evens,
Funky Four + One,
Mission of Burma,
Swell Maps,
The Dirtbombs,
Jeff Mills,
Subhumans,
Todd Rundgren,
Lalann,
B.T. Express,
The Young Rascals,
The Gladiators,
Pylon,
X-102,
Stiv Bators,
Tommy Roe,
Hashim,
Joe Finger,
Boredoms,
The Blackbyrds,
The Happenings,
The Sonics,
Wally Richardson,
Siglo XX,
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