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 Honduras and from Calgary.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Near to the punk 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 Fatback Band. All the underground hits.
All Rhythim Is Rhythim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joey Negro 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar 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 clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Henry Cow,
MDC,
One Last Wish,
Prince Buster,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Faust,
Soul II Soul,
Boogie Down Productions,
Quadrant,
Black Sheep,
Procol Harum,
Nas,
Pole,
Joe Finger,
Ronan,
Q and Not U,
The Fuzztones,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Robert Görl,
The Count Five,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Birthday Party,
John Coltrane,
Scientists,
Wasted Youth,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sällskapet,
Moby Grape,
Kas Product,
The Selecter,
Thompson Twins,
Robert Hood,
Severed Heads,
Jerry's Kids,
Grauzone,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Divine Comedy,
The Victims,
Laurel Aitken,
Peter & Gordon,
The Martian,
Delta 5,
Minutemen,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Jandek,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Howard Jones,
Bill Wells,
Gang Starr,
Marmalade,
K-Klass,
Isaac Hayes,
Yaz,
Max Romeo,
Toni Rubio,
Ituana,
Smog,
Joyce Sims,
Babytalk,
Wire,
a-ha, a-ha, a-ha, a-ha.
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.