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 Gambia and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 The Birthday Party to the punk 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 Albert Ayler. All the underground hits.
All Nik Kershaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Style record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin 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 snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Frankie Knuckles,
H. Thieme,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
OOIOO,
Fad Gadget,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ultra Naté,
Lalann,
Josef K,
The Flesh Eaters,
Cal Tjader,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Cowsills,
Yaz,
Scientists,
Gong,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Swell Maps,
Das Ding,
the Soft Cell,
Oblivians,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Soft Cell,
Sun City Girls,
Panda Bear,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
AZ,
Second Layer,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Michelle Simonal,
Unwound,
Royal Trux,
Vladislav Delay,
K-Klass,
Lucky Dragons,
Barrington Levy,
Amazonics,
Jeff Mills,
Babytalk,
Laurel Aitken,
Organ,
CMW,
Pantaleimon,
Sixth Finger,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Country Teasers,
Parry Music,
The Knickerbockers,
Peter and Kerry,
Bootsy Collins,
Curtis Mayfield,
Piero Umiliani,
LL Cool J,
Visage,
Heaven 17,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Inner City,
The Slits,
Juan Atkins,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Fluxion,
The Remains,
The Techniques,
Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy.
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.