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 Mauritania and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Gun Club to the electroclash 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 Minnie Riperton. All the underground hits.
All Maurizio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Carl Craig record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 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 arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Throbbing Gristle,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
John Foxx,
The Skatalites,
Ken Boothe,
Radiopuhelimet,
Y Pants,
Lalo Schifrin,
Monolake,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lalann,
Duran Duran,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Byron Stingily,
Warren Ellis,
Qualms,
Quantec,
Cecil Taylor,
Urselle,
Erasure,
Hardrive,
Ituana,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
DJ Style,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Detroit Cobras,
Godley & Creme,
Wolf Eyes,
The Black Dice,
Funkadelic,
Laurel Aitken,
Fatback Band,
Television,
Shoche,
The Divine Comedy,
The Dave Clark Five,
B.T. Express,
Vainqueur,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Technova,
Davy DMX,
Symarip,
The Barracudas,
Rakim,
the Soft Cell,
Susan Cadogan,
Parry Music,
David Axelrod,
Wasted Youth,
The Slackers,
Mission of Burma,
Electric Prunes,
Loose Ends,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Archie Shepp,
Girls At Our Best!,
Chrome,
Swell Maps,
Bauhaus,
Quando Quango,
Ponytail,
The Vogues,
Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin.
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.