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 Ireland and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Kenny Larkin to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Saccharine Trust. All the underground hits.
All Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scientists 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 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 mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delta 5,
James White and The Blacks,
Altered Images,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Evens,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Dave Gahan,
Funky Four + One,
Toni Rubio,
In Retrospect,
Young Marble Giants,
Second Layer,
Soft Machine,
Neil Young,
Nico,
Sonic Youth,
Roxette,
Negative Approach,
The Victims,
Jandek,
Yellowson,
Newcleus,
Silicon Teens,
The Five Americans,
Anakelly,
The Red Krayola,
Derrick Morgan,
Goldenarms,
The American Breed,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bill Wells,
Mr. Review,
Groovy Waters,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bootsy Collins,
The Saints,
The Golliwogs,
Talk Talk,
Marvin Gaye,
The Velvet Underground,
The Doors,
The Black Dice,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Doobie Brothers,
Kenny Larkin,
New York Dolls,
The Slits,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Index,
Whodini,
Spandau Ballet,
LL Cool J,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Dead Boys,
Half Japanese,
Lower 48,
Eli Mardock,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Pierre Henry,
Intrusion,
The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels.
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.