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 Tuvalu and from Lyon.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Wings to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Radio Birdman. All the underground hits.
All Rufus Thomas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Zeros record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Music Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heaven 17,
Minutemen,
The Selecter,
Todd Terry,
Ponytail,
David Axelrod,
Cal Tjader,
Drexciya,
Stereo Dub,
Interpol,
ABBA,
Pylon,
Terry Callier,
The Walker Brothers,
The Associates,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Maurizio,
Sight & Sound,
The Kinks,
the Normal,
Bronski Beat,
Saccharine Trust,
The Fall,
Mantronix,
Silicon Teens,
Robert Wyatt,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Young Marble Giants,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Joe Smooth,
Underground Resistance,
Bang On A Can,
Lalann,
Scott Walker,
The Gun Club,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Pretty Things,
Agent Orange,
PIL,
Marine Girls,
The Count Five,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Letta Mbulu,
Lalo Schifrin,
FM Einheit,
Cheater Slicks,
Charles Mingus,
Slick Rick,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bad Manners,
Jeff Mills,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Shuggie Otis,
Sam Rivers,
Trumans Water,
The Modern Lovers,
Eric Dolphy,
Throbbing Gristle,
Zero Boys,
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.