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 Switzerland and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Neu! to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Knickerbockers. All the underground hits.
All The Motions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Flock of Seagulls 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lizzy Mercier Descloux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin 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?
Leonard Cohen,
Kerri Chandler,
The Golliwogs,
Pierre Henry,
Sam Rivers,
Terry Callier,
Zapp,
the Bar-Kays,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bobby Byrd,
David Axelrod,
Moby Grape,
Robert Hood,
Scrapy,
Rapeman,
The Searchers,
The Kinks,
R.M.O.,
Ronan,
Lou Reed,
The Durutti Column,
Wolf Eyes,
Niagra,
Amon Düül,
Morten Harket,
Ultimate Spinach,
Suicide,
The Victims,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Scion,
Toni Rubio,
Desert Stars,
Mr. Review,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Spandau Ballet,
Ten City,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Franke,
Patti Smith,
The Trojans,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Skaos,
Ultravox,
the Swans,
The Move,
The Happenings,
Peter and Kerry,
The Pretty Things,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
the Soft Cell,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Organ,
Tom Boy,
Can,
The Five Americans,
The Mummies,
World's Most,
Neu!,
The Evens,
Minor Threat,
Howard Jones,
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