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 Slovenia and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 theremin 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 Fatback Band to the electroclash 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 Man Eating Sloth. All the underground hits.
All Slave tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick Morgan 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nick Fraelich record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Velvet Underground,
Hoover,
Nirvana,
Bill Near,
Swell Maps,
Goldenarms,
One Last Wish,
Ohio Players,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ronan,
Gichy Dan,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ossler,
Terry Callier,
Massinfluence,
Archie Shepp,
World's Most,
Mad Mike,
Minny Pops,
The Associates,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Alphaville,
CMW,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Wolf Eyes,
The Mojo Men,
Kas Product,
Clear Light,
Spoonie Gee,
Gang Green,
The Skatalites,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Neon Judgement,
Half Japanese,
Eric Copeland,
Von Mondo,
Joy Division,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Tom Boy,
Isaac Hayes,
Zapp,
Panda Bear,
A Certain Ratio,
The Offenders,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Harmonia,
Fugazi,
Quando Quango,
Arab on Radar,
Silicon Teens,
Morten Harket,
Rites of Spring,
Suicide,
Sun City Girls,
Deepchord,
Make Up,
Ludus,
EPMD,
Soft Machine,
The Misunderstood,
The Cramps,
Frankie Knuckles,
Judy Mowatt,
Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.