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 East Timor and from Glasgow.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Fall. All the underground hits.
All Chris & Cosey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Alarm Clocks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Major Organ And The Adding Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moleskins,
Heaven 17,
Rapeman,
Black Flag,
Nick Fraelich,
Pet Shop Boys,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Jeru the Damaja,
cv313,
Donny Hathaway,
Scott Walker,
Fatback Band,
The Barracudas,
Faraquet,
Eurythmics,
The American Breed,
John Foxx,
Das Ding,
Roxette,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Deakin,
Cymande,
Hot Snakes,
Sister Nancy,
D'Angelo,
Slick Rick,
LL Cool J,
Althea and Donna,
Tropical Tobacco,
Stockholm Monsters,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Eden Ahbez,
Accadde A,
Man Parrish,
Roy Ayers,
Josef K,
Quadrant,
The Velvet Underground,
Sarah Menescal,
Marvin Gaye,
Alice Coltrane,
Ronnie Foster,
Aswad,
Motorama,
The Index,
Chrome,
Lakeside,
PIL,
Dennis Brown,
Lindisfarne,
The Cowsills,
Yellowson,
Silicon Teens,
Blancmange,
Visage,
Charles Mingus,
Second Layer,
Matthew Halsall,
Lee Hazlewood,
Robert Hood,
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