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 Dominica and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Cairo.
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 U.S. Maple to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Gun Club. All the underground hits.
All The Mighty Diamonds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deakin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dark Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Offenders,
Mr. Review,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Subhumans,
Vladislav Delay,
The Fugs,
Stereo Dub,
Ponytail,
Carl Craig,
PIL,
Ken Boothe,
Blake Baxter,
Agent Orange,
Joe Finger,
Minutemen,
Big Daddy Kane,
Quando Quango,
Blancmange,
The Divine Comedy,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bang On A Can,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Sound,
Moby Grape,
JFA,
Aloha Tigers,
Eddi Front,
Ronan,
Liliput,
Animal Collective,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lee Hazlewood,
Pussy Galore,
Dawn Penn,
Girls At Our Best!,
Icehouse,
Aswad,
Arab on Radar,
ABBA,
Fear,
Rosa Yemen,
The Moody Blues,
The Golliwogs,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
CMW,
Q and Not U,
Sister Nancy,
Bauhaus,
The Gladiators,
E-Dancer,
Peter & Gordon,
Marcia Griffiths,
Henry Cow,
Outsiders,
New Age Steppers,
Nils Olav,
The Stooges,
Zapp,
Lower 48,
Pere Ubu,
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