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 Iraq and from Lyon.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Cabaret Voltaire to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Jeru the Damaja tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oblivians record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Womack record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Smooth,
Crooked Eye,
The Barracudas,
Nation of Ulysses,
Joyce Sims,
Whodini,
KRS-One,
the Association,
Pet Shop Boys,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Metal Thangz,
Bauhaus,
Bobby Sherman,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Selecter,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Eric Dolphy,
Danielle Patucci,
New Age Steppers,
Hot Snakes,
Prince Buster,
The Last Poets,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sandy B,
Bizarre Inc.,
JFA,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Robert Görl,
Rosa Yemen,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Technova,
Au Pairs,
Electric Prunes,
Bad Manners,
Siglo XX,
Lalo Schifrin,
Todd Terry,
Shoche,
Amon Düül II,
Minutemen,
The Black Dice,
Curtis Mayfield,
Boredoms,
Ronan,
Soul II Soul,
Con Funk Shun,
Rekid,
Marshall Jefferson,
Harry Pussy,
Rotary Connection,
Symarip,
Surgeon,
The Velvet Underground,
Scientists,
John Coltrane,
Q65,
James White and The Blacks,
Tim Buckley,
Electric Light Orchestra,
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.