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 Ethiopia and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Lalann to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 John Holt. All the underground hits.
All Vladislav Delay tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Whodini record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rod Modell,
B.T. Express,
Spandau Ballet,
ABBA,
D'Angelo,
the Swans,
Archie Shepp,
Albert Ayler,
Au Pairs,
Mo-Dettes,
Goldenarms,
The Litter,
Crime,
Michelle Simonal,
Mars,
Eurythmics,
Popol Vuh,
Scan 7,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Newcleus,
Television,
The Divine Comedy,
June Days,
Suburban Knight,
Marshall Jefferson,
Crispy Ambulance,
Althea and Donna,
Sparks,
Delon & Dalcan,
PIL,
The Pretty Things,
Erykah Badu,
Altered Images,
LL Cool J,
Dual Sessions,
Rotary Connection,
Marmalade,
The Index,
Joensuu 1685,
Peter & Gordon,
Marvin Gaye,
Glambeats Corp.,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Human League,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Alice Coltrane,
Man Parrish,
Alton Ellis,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Swans,
Rhythm & Sound,
Traffic Nightmare,
Howard Jones,
Hoover,
Pierre Henry,
Niagra,
Derrick Morgan,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Real Kids,
Faust,
Neu!,
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