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 Saudi Arabia and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 spring reverb 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 Barbara Tucker to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Desert Stars. All the underground hits.
All Mandrill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Red Krayola record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drexciya record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Wyatt,
Quando Quango,
Bob Dylan,
Gichy Dan,
Amon Düül,
Monks,
Skarface,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Buzzcocks,
Bobby Womack,
Desert Stars,
Bootsy Collins,
Deadbeat,
Popol Vuh,
Rhythm & Sound,
Blossom Toes,
The Pretty Things,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Marc Almond,
Nik Kershaw,
Second Layer,
David Axelrod,
Funkadelic,
Todd Terry,
Brick,
Sandy B,
Skriet,
Grey Daturas,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sun City Girls,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Martian,
Barry Ungar,
F. McDonald,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bauhaus,
Dawn Penn,
Jeff Mills,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Cameo,
Unrelated Segments,
Japan,
Deakin,
Maurizio,
The Gories,
Average White Band,
Henry Cow,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Electric Prunes,
Hoover,
Boredoms,
Stereo Dub,
Black Sheep,
Althea and Donna,
Con Funk Shun,
Steve Hackett,
K-Klass,
PIL,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Shoche,
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