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 Honduras and from Winnipeg.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Underground Resistance to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Camouflage. All the underground hits.
All Bill Wells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Finger 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lungfish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jandek,
Johnny Osbourne,
Jawbox,
Rufus Thomas,
The Martian,
Tears for Fears,
Heaven 17,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Real Kids,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Judy Mowatt,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Standells,
Agitation Free,
Babytalk,
Ultravox,
Delta 5,
Darondo,
New Order,
The Slackers,
Quantec,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Grass Roots,
The Music Machine,
Big Daddy Kane,
Fort Wilson Riot,
48th St. Collective,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Mantronix,
Fad Gadget,
Kurtis Blow,
the Swans,
Glenn Branca,
Roxette,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Juan Atkins,
Hashim,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Arab on Radar,
Rod Modell,
Public Image Ltd.,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lebanon Hanover,
Deakin,
The Monochrome Set,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Star Department,
the Human League,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sunsets and Hearts,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Count Five,
Unwound,
Bad Manners,
Outsiders,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Mandrill,
Black Moon,
The Mummies,
Deepchord,
Kas Product,
Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich.
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.