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 Maldives and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Moon to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 kango's stein massive. All the underground hits.
All Lightning Bolt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brand Nubian 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
New Age Steppers,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ronan,
Section 25,
Khruangbin,
Bootsy Collins,
Iggy Pop,
Echospace,
Rufus Thomas,
Sonny Sharrock,
Laurel Aitken,
Marshall Jefferson,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Suicide,
Excepter,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
U.S. Maple,
Newcleus,
Mars,
Saccharine Trust,
Fluxion,
Don Cherry,
Man Parrish,
The Techniques,
Ohio Players,
Moss Icon,
Fugazi,
DNA,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Urselle,
The Five Americans,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Quadrant,
The Alarm Clocks,
Simply Red,
Lalann,
Charles Mingus,
Easy Going,
B.T. Express,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Clear Light,
Ronnie Foster,
OOIOO,
Barry Ungar,
Procol Harum,
LL Cool J,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Selecter,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Erasure,
Fat Boys,
The Blues Magoos,
Roger Hodgson,
Theoretical Girls,
Lyres,
Glenn Branca,
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