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 Latvia and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Glambeats Corp. 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 The Doobie Brothers. All the underground hits.
All X-Ray Spex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aswad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar 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 rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tom Boy,
Desert Stars,
Bobby Sherman,
Matthew Halsall,
The Selecter,
Joyce Sims,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Steve Hackett,
Chris & Cosey,
Eden Ahbez,
8 Eyed Spy,
Kerri Chandler,
Lalo Schifrin,
These Immortal Souls,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Piero Umiliani,
Agent Orange,
Warren Ellis,
Yazoo,
X-102,
Urselle,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Nico,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
FM Einheit,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Blancmange,
Eric Copeland,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Eli Mardock,
Fear,
John Cale,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Derrick Morgan,
The Busters,
Thompson Twins,
Shoche,
The Monochrome Set,
Moss Icon,
Quantec,
Ken Boothe,
the Slits,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Neon Judgement,
The Cramps,
The Golliwogs,
DJ Style,
Gang Gang Dance,
Gang Starr,
Excepter,
Minny Pops,
Inner City,
Flipper,
Bobby Byrd,
Kool Moe Dee,
Amon Düül II,
Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin.
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.