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 Mozambique and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Niagra to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Amon Düül. All the underground hits.
All Bluetip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barclay James Harvest record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 güiro and a synthesizer 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 chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispy Ambulance,
Chrome,
Amon Düül,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Mad Mike,
Niagra,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Real Kids,
Oneida,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bob Dylan,
Sonic Youth,
Adolescents,
The Star Department,
Cameo,
Absolute Body Control,
Nirvana,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Roxette,
Ultra Naté,
Newcleus,
The Remains,
Half Japanese,
Unwound,
Marmalade,
Cal Tjader,
Wally Richardson,
Michelle Simonal,
Donald Byrd,
Lakeside,
Aswad,
Hashim,
The Raincoats,
Yusef Lateef,
Don Cherry,
Sonny Sharrock,
Q65,
Fugazi,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Black Flag,
Gabor Szabo,
Aloha Tigers,
Deepchord,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Audionom,
the Sonics,
Bang On A Can,
Ohio Players,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The J.B.'s,
Reuben Wilson,
Mars,
The Last Poets,
Stereo Dub,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Livin' Joy,
Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun.
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.