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 Slovakia and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 Seoul and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 oboe 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 James Chance & The Contortions to the crunk 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 Ultramagnetic MC's. All the underground hits.
All Soul II Soul tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobbi Humphrey 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sound Behaviour record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eli Mardock,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Vladislav Delay,
U.S. Maple,
Supertramp,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Funkadelic,
Lower 48,
Idris Muhammad,
Public Enemy,
Au Pairs,
Ohio Players,
Swans,
Freddie Wadling,
Scratch Acid,
Black Moon,
Maleditus Sound,
Byron Stingily,
Pulsallama,
The Five Americans,
Jeff Lynne,
Whodini,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Nas,
Peter and Kerry,
The Buckinghams,
Q65,
Ponytail,
The Saints,
Country Teasers,
Jeru the Damaja,
La Düsseldorf,
Deakin,
Ultravox,
World's Most,
Sonic Youth,
Derrick May,
Jandek,
Mantronix,
Brothers Johnson,
The Modern Lovers,
Cymande,
Pylon,
Delta 5,
Barrington Levy,
Judy Mowatt,
New York Dolls,
The Gun Club,
The Evens,
Groovy Waters,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gerry Rafferty,
X-101,
Kurtis Blow,
The Smoke,
Mad Mike,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
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