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 Lesotho and from Lille.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 linndrum 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 R.M.O. to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 New Order. All the underground hits.
All Marvin Gaye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Names 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Moon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pop Group,
Ohio Players,
Alphaville,
Yusef Lateef,
Throbbing Gristle,
Minny Pops,
Al Stewart,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Leonard Cohen,
Mad Mike,
Girls At Our Best!,
Shuggie Otis,
the Bar-Kays,
Mandrill,
Delta 5,
Soft Cell,
ABC,
The Human League,
The Sonics,
Drexciya,
The Kinks,
Bang On A Can,
Lucky Dragons,
Judy Mowatt,
Derrick May,
Drive Like Jehu,
Negative Approach,
the Slits,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Offenders,
John Cale,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Robert Görl,
Wolf Eyes,
X-101,
Jesper Dahlback,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Curtis Mayfield,
Crooked Eye,
Adolescents,
Faust,
The Fugs,
The Tremeloes,
Erasure,
The Moody Blues,
Deakin,
Glenn Branca,
Icehouse,
Spoonie Gee,
The Fire Engines,
Stereo Dub,
Liliput,
Ornette Coleman,
Dual Sessions,
The Young Rascals,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Country Teasers,
The Leaves,
World's Most,
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