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 Nauru and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 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 H. Thieme to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 the Germs. All the underground hits.
All Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Saints record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro 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 organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aural Exciters,
Jacob Miller,
The Monochrome Set,
The Tremeloes,
The Birthday Party,
Outsiders,
Glambeats Corp.,
Black Bananas,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Real Kids,
Porter Ricks,
Kayak,
Jeru the Damaja,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Flesh Eaters,
DJ Style,
Tomorrow,
Theoretical Girls,
The Saints,
The Gap Band,
This Heat,
Susan Cadogan,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Rotary Connection,
Ten City,
Zero Boys,
Mission of Burma,
David Axelrod,
Y Pants,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Smoke,
Liliput,
Archie Shepp,
a-ha,
Wolf Eyes,
Moebius,
Ultra Naté,
Dave Gahan,
Bush Tetras,
Stockholm Monsters,
Con Funk Shun,
D'Angelo,
Quantec,
Pierre Henry,
Skriet,
the Association,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Minny Pops,
Crooked Eye,
Erasure,
The Standells,
The Moleskins,
The American Breed,
Alice Coltrane,
L. Decosne,
Rod Modell,
Loose Ends,
Rekid,
Radio Birdman,
Television Personalities,
Neil Young,
Gregory Isaacs,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One.
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.