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 Uzbekistan and from Mumbai.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Bill Wells to the rap 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago. All the underground hits.
All Con Funk Shun tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Goldenarms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Fraelich,
The Last Poets,
The Remains,
Darondo,
Deakin,
The New Christs,
Yellowson,
Symarip,
Au Pairs,
Tropical Tobacco,
Skriet,
Country Teasers,
A Certain Ratio,
Freddie Wadling,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Dave Gahan,
Altered Images,
Bobby Byrd,
Bronski Beat,
The Cowsills,
Q65,
Andrew Hill,
Terrestrial Tones,
Panda Bear,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Hardrive,
The Black Dice,
Jeff Mills,
Metal Thangz,
Delon & Dalcan,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Suburban Knight,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Cheater Slicks,
Alison Limerick,
The Kinks,
Nation of Ulysses,
Flipper,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bad Manners,
Bob Dylan,
Blossom Toes,
Youth Brigade,
Lucky Dragons,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Harmonia,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Doobie Brothers,
Kool Moe Dee,
Josef K,
Joe Smooth,
Vladislav Delay,
L. Decosne,
Niagra,
Fugazi,
Roxette,
Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls.
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.