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 Honduras and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Kool Moe Dee to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Jeru the Damaja. All the underground hits.
All The Divine Comedy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hot Snakes 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 rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Danielle Patucci record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reuben Wilson,
Arthur Verocai,
Eyeless In Gaza,
June of 44,
The Dave Clark Five,
Yusef Lateef,
Basic Channel,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Technova,
Average White Band,
Inner City,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Wings,
Susan Cadogan,
Jeff Lynne,
Man Parrish,
Second Layer,
Ludus,
The Birthday Party,
Altered Images,
Sex Pistols,
Unrelated Segments,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Half Japanese,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Velvet Underground,
Scion,
Television,
The Smoke,
Scientists,
Index,
Swans,
Schoolly D,
Whodini,
Marvin Gaye,
Jerry Gold Smith,
MDC,
8 Eyed Spy,
Danielle Patucci,
The Raincoats,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Zeros,
The Saints,
Blossom Toes,
Hot Snakes,
Intrusion,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ornette Coleman,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Robert Görl,
Lungfish,
Country Teasers,
June Days,
Slick Rick,
Glenn Branca,
Pagans,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Little Man,
Maurizio,
Al Stewart,
Crispy Ambulance,
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