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 Papua New Guinea and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 marimba 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five to the rap 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 Stereo Dub. All the underground hits.
All Fatback Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vladislav Delay 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rekid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suicide,
Mo-Dettes,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Buckinghams,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Crash Course in Science,
Roy Ayers,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Das Ding,
Hardrive,
The Kinks,
Scott Walker,
David Bowie,
Pylon,
Mr. Review,
Rakim,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Names,
Niagra,
Country Teasers,
Jawbox,
Saccharine Trust,
Kas Product,
Arthur Verocai,
The Smoke,
Drexciya,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Tim Buckley,
Sixth Finger,
The Blues Magoos,
Lakeside,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Circle Jerks,
Underground Resistance,
Mars,
Loose Ends,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Cheater Slicks,
L. Decosne,
The Doobie Brothers,
Minor Threat,
F. McDonald,
the Sonics,
Cal Tjader,
Jandek,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Star Department,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Terrestrial Tones,
Hasil Adkins,
Infiniti,
The Saints,
Moss Icon,
The Slits,
Accadde A,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Nas,
Icehouse,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
X-102,
Byron Stingily,
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.