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 Philippines and from Madrid.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the organ 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 Bob Dylan to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Desert Stars. All the underground hits.
All The United States of America tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rakim 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The United States of America record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiopuhelimet,
Accadde A,
Josef K,
Porter Ricks,
Throbbing Gristle,
Alison Limerick,
Malaria!,
Mantronix,
Fluxion,
The Index,
Joy Division,
Zero Boys,
the Association,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Davy DMX,
Echospace,
Chris Corsano,
Scott Walker,
The Fugs,
Underground Resistance,
Gerry Rafferty,
Tim Buckley,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Nik Kershaw,
The Trojans,
Cluster,
The Shadows of Knight,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Stereo Dub,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Fire Engines,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Loose Ends,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Vladislav Delay,
Pierre Henry,
Negative Approach,
Mission of Burma,
Monks,
Nas,
Matthew Halsall,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Crime,
Patti Smith,
Amon Düül II,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Guru Guru,
The Dead C,
New Order,
JFA,
Newcleus,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Kenny Larkin,
H. Thieme,
Jerry's Kids,
Pulsallama,
Lakeside,
Youth Brigade,
Nirvana,
U.S. Maple,
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.