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 India and from Copenhagen.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 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 Young Marble Giants to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 CMW. All the underground hits.
All Ohio Players tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Machine 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer 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 linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sisters of Mercy,
Danielle Patucci,
Faust,
Crime,
Siglo XX,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Real Kids,
John Cale,
Prince Buster,
The Wake,
Darondo,
the Swans,
The Five Americans,
Main Source,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Eden Ahbez,
Vladislav Delay,
Skriet,
Funky Four + One,
Blossom Toes,
the Sonics,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Scott Walker,
Cymande,
Tim Buckley,
Visage,
Bauhaus,
Television,
Dawn Penn,
Can,
Gang Gang Dance,
Hardrive,
Q65,
Scion,
Barry Ungar,
Metal Thangz,
PIL,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Donny Hathaway,
The Misunderstood,
Ralphi Rosario,
James White and The Blacks,
Goldenarms,
The Dirtbombs,
Hashim,
Gang of Four,
Harmonia,
Trumans Water,
Cluster,
Tears for Fears,
Ludus,
The Pretty Things,
The Neon Judgement,
The Slits,
Ponytail,
Minnie Riperton,
Quadrant,
Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza.
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.