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 Seychelles and from Lyon.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar 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 Tommy Roe to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Loose Ends. All the underground hits.
All Pierre Henry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Litter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum 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 marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James White and The Blacks,
Flash Fearless,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Tres Demented,
Warsaw,
Country Teasers,
Derrick Morgan,
Kas Product,
Roy Ayers,
The Barracudas,
Patti Smith,
Camberwell Now,
Marc Almond,
Sandy B,
Magma,
Danielle Patucci,
The Skatalites,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Moby Grape,
The Pretty Things,
the Sonics,
Colin Newman,
The New Christs,
Simply Red,
Kerri Chandler,
World's Most,
Skriet,
John Cale,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
John Foxx,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Raincoats,
Sun Ra,
L. Decosne,
Man Eating Sloth,
Donny Hathaway,
Metal Thangz,
The Techniques,
Terry Callier,
U.S. Maple,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
FM Einheit,
Mad Mike,
Vainqueur,
John Lydon,
Sonic Youth,
The Doobie Brothers,
Q and Not U,
Sparks,
Juan Atkins,
Anakelly,
Cal Tjader,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sister Nancy,
Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica.
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.