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 Philippines and from Hong Kong.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 sitar 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 Neu! to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Stockholm Monsters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Grass Roots 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barclay James Harvest record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mr. Review,
The Stooges,
Maleditus Sound,
Gong,
X-102,
Sunsets and Hearts,
the Slits,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
D'Angelo,
Masters at Work,
Steve Hackett,
Lalann,
Warren Ellis,
Henry Cow,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Divine Comedy,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Rites of Spring,
Charles Mingus,
The Moody Blues,
Pet Shop Boys,
Blake Baxter,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sight & Sound,
London Community Gospel Choir,
L. Decosne,
Flamin' Groovies,
China Crisis,
Marcia Griffiths,
Skaos,
Desert Stars,
Ice-T,
Pylon,
Joey Negro,
Black Moon,
OOIOO,
Stetsasonic,
Bronski Beat,
The Happenings,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Quadrant,
Livin' Joy,
U.S. Maple,
Donald Byrd,
The Tremeloes,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Black Flag,
LL Cool J,
Fugazi,
The Doors,
Cal Tjader,
Kayak,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Cure,
Mission of Burma,
Fluxion,
Mandrill,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Dennis Brown,
Hardrive,
Motorama,
Ossler,
New Order,
Barclay James Harvest,
Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich.
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.