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 Belarus and from Paris.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Star Department to the rap 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 Ultramagnetic MC's. All the underground hits.
All Ultimate Spinach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun City Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Bowie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Banda Bassotti,
Alphaville,
Cymande,
Vladislav Delay,
The Stooges,
Ohio Players,
Roxy Music,
Barclay James Harvest,
Faraquet,
The Angels of Light,
Bootsy Collins,
Lalo Schifrin,
Fatback Band,
The Gladiators,
Ralphi Rosario,
Black Moon,
Eurythmics,
The Martian,
Letta Mbulu,
Vainqueur,
Jawbox,
Model 500,
Sun Ra,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lyres,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gabor Szabo,
Technova,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Peter and Kerry,
Girls At Our Best!,
PIL,
Neil Young,
Cameo,
Sugar Minott,
Organ,
Drexciya,
The United States of America,
Intrusion,
The Grass Roots,
JFA,
Unwound,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Harry Pussy,
John Foxx,
Robert Görl,
Rapeman,
Kaleidoscope,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Skatalites,
Mandrill,
Hasil Adkins,
Yazoo,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Colin Newman,
Fela Kuti,
Tubeway Army,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
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