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 Iraq and from Accra.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Smog to the electroclash 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 Eve St. Jones. All the underground hits.
All Aloha Tigers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every La Düsseldorf 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer 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 sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rosa Yemen,
Theoretical Girls,
Cymande,
Boogie Down Productions,
Piero Umiliani,
The Fuzztones,
Popol Vuh,
Tommy Roe,
Suburban Knight,
Roxy Music,
Bobby Hutcherson,
New Age Steppers,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Echospace,
Terry Callier,
The Stooges,
Black Flag,
The Move,
Soul II Soul,
Kool Moe Dee,
Aloha Tigers,
Swans,
Camouflage,
Marvin Gaye,
Steve Hackett,
Lalann,
Maleditus Sound,
Arthur Verocai,
Minutemen,
The Golliwogs,
John Foxx,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Magma,
Chris Corsano,
Bizarre Inc.,
Q and Not U,
Spandau Ballet,
Duran Duran,
Half Japanese,
Sun City Girls,
Neu!,
Wire,
Scratch Acid,
Pylon,
the Germs,
Yazoo,
Eric Dolphy,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Red Krayola,
Max Romeo,
Soft Cell,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Skarface,
Spoonie Gee,
MDC,
New Order,
AZ,
The Pretty Things,
The Martian,
Das Ding,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Fortunes,
The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites.
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.