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 Senegal and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the theremin 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 Eric Copeland 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 Faust. All the underground hits.
All Goldenarms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every R.M.O. 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron 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 rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mo-Dettes,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Buckinghams,
Pantaleimon,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Alison Limerick,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lower 48,
X-102,
Depeche Mode,
Lungfish,
Silicon Teens,
Chrome,
Dead Boys,
Robert Hood,
Flamin' Groovies,
Marcia Griffiths,
Frankie Knuckles,
Pussy Galore,
Tropical Tobacco,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Doobie Brothers,
The New Christs,
Roxy Music,
Urselle,
Vladislav Delay,
Yaz,
Lindisfarne,
Smog,
Blossom Toes,
ABC,
Aloha Tigers,
Scion,
La Düsseldorf,
Talk Talk,
Eli Mardock,
Glambeats Corp.,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Zeros,
The Detroit Cobras,
Patti Smith,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Max Romeo,
Das Ding,
Byron Stingily,
Gastr Del Sol,
Buzzcocks,
The Mummies,
Technova,
UT,
Monolake,
Man Eating Sloth,
E-Dancer,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Franke,
Subhumans,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Moebius,
The Young Rascals,
Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp.
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.