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 Liberia and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Madrid.
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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Mad Mike to the rap 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 Buzzcocks. All the underground hits.
All Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skriet 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar 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 oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Mills,
Al Stewart,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Joy Division,
Blossom Toes,
The Fall,
Bobby Womack,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Audionom,
Das Ding,
Sam Rivers,
The Walker Brothers,
The Barracudas,
Todd Terry,
The Toasters,
Average White Band,
Camberwell Now,
Kayak,
the Soft Cell,
Rekid,
Matthew Halsall,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Marine Girls,
Minny Pops,
Danielle Patucci,
June Days,
Robert Hood,
Derrick May,
Lebanon Hanover,
Basic Channel,
Negative Approach,
Banda Bassotti,
Bill Wells,
Ultimate Spinach,
ABBA,
Rites of Spring,
Gang Starr,
Pylon,
Wire,
Spoonie Gee,
Babytalk,
Isaac Hayes,
Iggy Pop,
Massinfluence,
Gregory Isaacs,
Soft Cell,
Ludus,
Desert Stars,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Cluster,
Popol Vuh,
The Busters,
Maurizio,
Stockholm Monsters,
Avey Tare,
Moss Icon,
Whodini,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Andrew Hill,
K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass.
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.