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 Rwanda and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Deadbeat to the funk 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 Radiopuhelimet. All the underground hits.
All Lakeside tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minnie Riperton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Silicon Teens record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Fraelich,
The Blackbyrds,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Inner City,
Visage,
Minor Threat,
A Certain Ratio,
Rekid,
Audionom,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Fatback Band,
Icehouse,
Pulsallama,
Pussy Galore,
Hashim,
B.T. Express,
Q and Not U,
Barry Ungar,
Boz Scaggs,
Sun City Girls,
Michelle Simonal,
Zero Boys,
Royal Trux,
Traffic Nightmare,
UT,
Peter and Kerry,
New Order,
Blossom Toes,
Peter & Gordon,
Babytalk,
Depeche Mode,
The Vogues,
Neil Young,
Rod Modell,
The Durutti Column,
The Music Machine,
H. Thieme,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Y Pants,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gabor Szabo,
Jacques Brel,
X-102,
Colin Newman,
The Knickerbockers,
The Offenders,
The Electric Prunes,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Johnny Osbourne,
Prince Buster,
Deakin,
Das Ding,
Nas,
Steve Hackett,
The Techniques,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Trumans Water,
Brothers Johnson,
Au Pairs,
Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor.
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.