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 El Salvador and from Lyon.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Hong Kong.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Max Romeo to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Juan Atkins. All the underground hits.
All Archie Shepp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visage 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare 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 spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brick,
Minny Pops,
Fad Gadget,
June of 44,
Soulsonic Force,
Dead Boys,
The Motions,
Laurel Aitken,
Easy Going,
The Doors,
8 Eyed Spy,
Cymande,
Anthony Braxton,
La Düsseldorf,
Television Personalities,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Radio Birdman,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Gories,
Anakelly,
Pulsallama,
Absolute Body Control,
China Crisis,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Cure,
Sixth Finger,
Hoover,
Agent Orange,
Jeru the Damaja,
Idris Muhammad,
Steve Hackett,
Wolf Eyes,
Gerry Rafferty,
Kaleidoscope,
Sun City Girls,
Bobby Hutcherson,
the Bar-Kays,
Eric Dolphy,
Marvin Gaye,
John Cale,
The Mojo Men,
The New Christs,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sugar Minott,
Section 25,
Ohio Players,
The Buckinghams,
Malaria!,
Marshall Jefferson,
Nico,
Electric Prunes,
JFA,
Aswad,
Faraquet,
Erasure,
The Black Dice,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
FM Einheit,
Kenny Larkin,
Swans,
Mad Mike,
The Techniques,
The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola.
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.