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 Australia and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Tubeway Army to the disco 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 Gregory Isaacs. All the underground hits.
All Marc Almond tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fad Gadget record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bluetip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Trumans Water,
Johnny Clarke,
T. Rex,
H. Thieme,
Sugar Minott,
Grauzone,
Model 500,
Slick Rick,
Tom Boy,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Scion,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Max Romeo,
Jerry's Kids,
Lightning Bolt,
Television,
Nas,
Minutemen,
The Gories,
Grey Daturas,
The Searchers,
Dave Gahan,
The Fire Engines,
The Red Krayola,
The Doors,
Groovy Waters,
Absolute Body Control,
The Angels of Light,
Adolescents,
Brothers Johnson,
The Beau Brummels,
Tommy Roe,
Public Image Ltd.,
L. Decosne,
The Fortunes,
Blossom Toes,
Godley & Creme,
Franke,
Donny Hathaway,
Glambeats Corp.,
Stetsasonic,
Marine Girls,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
James White and The Blacks,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bizarre Inc.,
The J.B.'s,
The Gladiators,
Cal Tjader,
The Wake,
The American Breed,
Faraquet,
Man Parrish,
Magma,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gang Green,
Archie Shepp,
The Skatalites,
Fluxion,
Scratch Acid,
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.