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 Sri Lanka and from Halifax.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Mandrill 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 Dead Boys. All the underground hits.
All The Victims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harpers Bizarre record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a UT record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joyce Sims,
Cecil Taylor,
The Kinks,
KRS-One,
Rapeman,
Quantec,
L. Decosne,
Rod Modell,
Sight & Sound,
Ornette Coleman,
Panda Bear,
Symarip,
X-Ray Spex,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ralphi Rosario,
Suicide,
Freddie Wadling,
The Flesh Eaters,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Victims,
AZ,
Cybotron,
Jacob Miller,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Flipper,
Trumans Water,
Babytalk,
Gichy Dan,
Carl Craig,
Erykah Badu,
Neu!,
Nation of Ulysses,
Unwound,
Marine Girls,
Moss Icon,
The Evens,
Subhumans,
OOIOO,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ultravox,
Gregory Isaacs,
Electric Prunes,
Qualms,
Bluetip,
R.M.O.,
Popol Vuh,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Henry Cow,
The Count Five,
The Mojo Men,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Porter Ricks,
Zapp,
The Motions,
Neil Young,
Jawbox,
Danielle Patucci,
Grandmaster Flash,
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.