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 Sierra Leone and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 rhodes 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 Agent Orange to the grunge 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 48th St. Collective. All the underground hits.
All Intrusion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scientists record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalann,
Barbara Tucker,
Bill Wells,
Subhumans,
Rapeman,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sister Nancy,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Smoke,
The Invisible,
Albert Ayler,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Joensuu 1685,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Fall,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Remains,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Alarm Clocks,
Johnny Clarke,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
H. Thieme,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Absolute Body Control,
Ultimate Spinach,
T. Rex,
Bill Near,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sonny Sharrock,
Tomorrow,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Anthony Braxton,
The J.B.'s,
Alphaville,
Nick Fraelich,
Joe Smooth,
Lou Christie,
The Beau Brummels,
The Techniques,
Fatback Band,
The Five Americans,
Reagan Youth,
The New Christs,
Erasure,
Youth Brigade,
Black Sheep,
Eve St. Jones,
Interpol,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Jeff Lynne,
Lightning Bolt,
L. Decosne,
Frankie Knuckles,
Q and Not U,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Curtis Mayfield,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Alice Coltrane,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Mr. Review,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft, Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft, Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft, Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft.
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