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 Estonia and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Neu!. All the underground hits.
All Franke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Near record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Birthday Party record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Certain Ratio,
Chrome,
Flipper,
David Bowie,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Nirvana,
Man Eating Sloth,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
CMW,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Qualms,
Janne Schatter,
Aaron Thompson,
Oneida,
Stockholm Monsters,
Reagan Youth,
The Moody Blues,
Von Mondo,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Red Krayola,
Lyres,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Gap Band,
Hot Snakes,
Danielle Patucci,
Maleditus Sound,
Prince Buster,
Harry Pussy,
Nico,
Fluxion,
The American Breed,
Magma,
Stereo Dub,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Outsiders,
Cecil Taylor,
Amon Düül II,
The Invisible,
PIL,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Todd Rundgren,
Throbbing Gristle,
Y Pants,
Faust,
Sister Nancy,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Eric Dolphy,
Scratch Acid,
Brothers Johnson,
Visage,
Tubeway Army,
Tears for Fears,
UT,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Soul II Soul,
Eric Copeland,
The Knickerbockers,
T.S.O.L.,
Moebius,
Rakim,
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