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 Somalia and from Tokyo.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the sitar 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 Colin Newman to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Gun Club. All the underground hits.
All Henry Cow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sad Lovers and Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scientists record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
It's A Beautiful Day,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Prince Buster,
Porter Ricks,
FM Einheit,
The Moody Blues,
Tears for Fears,
Rakim,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Excepter,
Alton Ellis,
Fear,
Donny Hathaway,
Zero Boys,
Magma,
Minor Threat,
The Remains,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Pole,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Minny Pops,
Fugazi,
Stiv Bators,
Deepchord,
The Pop Group,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Marvin Gaye,
The Happenings,
Curtis Mayfield,
Peter and Kerry,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Real Kids,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lyres,
Saccharine Trust,
Joy Division,
Agitation Free,
Suicide,
Glenn Branca,
Sun Ra,
Camberwell Now,
Stockholm Monsters,
Max Romeo,
The Last Poets,
Rekid,
The Fall,
Bluetip,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Alphaville,
Negative Approach,
Echospace,
Metal Thangz,
Brand Nubian,
John Cale,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Talk Talk,
Guru Guru,
The Star Department,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
John Holt,
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.