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 Gambia and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Darondo to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Walker Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Don Cherry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang of Four record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Shadows of Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Idris Muhammad,
The Selecter,
The Fuzztones,
Lyres,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Au Pairs,
Vainqueur,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Marcia Griffiths,
Kool Moe Dee,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Todd Terry,
Warsaw,
Tim Buckley,
Schoolly D,
Pharoah Sanders,
Subhumans,
Brick,
Janne Schatter,
Cheater Slicks,
Sandy B,
Alice Coltrane,
Archie Shepp,
Leonard Cohen,
The Black Dice,
Mission of Burma,
Magma,
Steve Hackett,
Big Daddy Kane,
A Certain Ratio,
New Order,
Con Funk Shun,
Amazonics,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ronan,
Index,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Junior Murvin,
Gang Green,
Zero Boys,
Unwound,
Vladislav Delay,
Franke,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Index,
The Raincoats,
Brand Nubian,
The Slits,
Mo-Dettes,
Tommy Roe,
The Red Krayola,
The Durutti Column,
Dead Boys,
The Vogues,
Von Mondo,
Jimmy McGriff,
Letta Mbulu,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
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