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 Tonga and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Kayak to the punk 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 Circle Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Main Source tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blancmange,
Spandau Ballet,
David McCallum,
48th St. Collective,
The Residents,
Outsiders,
Mission of Burma,
Pole,
Aloha Tigers,
Alton Ellis,
The Raincoats,
The Invisible,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lebanon Hanover,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Smiths,
Technova,
Kayak,
Jerry's Kids,
Lightning Bolt,
Max Romeo,
Gang of Four,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Gladiators,
H. Thieme,
Godley & Creme,
David Axelrod,
Minny Pops,
Sugar Minott,
Depeche Mode,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Shadows of Knight,
Delon & Dalcan,
Adolescents,
Niagra,
Ultra Naté,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Barry Ungar,
X-102,
Mars,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Chris Corsano,
Throbbing Gristle,
Archie Shepp,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Joe Smooth,
Popol Vuh,
Urselle,
Average White Band,
Funkadelic,
Television,
Sam Rivers,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Oblivians,
New Age Steppers,
Patti Smith,
Moby Grape,
The Grass Roots,
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