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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Taipei.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the organ 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 Sandy B to the funk 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 Lou Reed. All the underground hits.
All Sun City Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crooked Eye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Girls At Our Best! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sandy B,
Chris Corsano,
Unrelated Segments,
The Cure,
The New Christs,
Crash Course in Science,
Los Fastidios,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Banda Bassotti,
Erasure,
Accadde A,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ronnie Foster,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Connie Case,
Jandek,
Dual Sessions,
Big Daddy Kane,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
DJ Style,
CMW,
MDC,
Gong,
Supertramp,
Peter & Gordon,
Trumans Water,
Mark Hollis,
Janne Schatter,
Kurtis Blow,
Lee Hazlewood,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bad Manners,
Jawbox,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Deepchord,
Barbara Tucker,
The Dirtbombs,
Joe Smooth,
Ultimate Spinach,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Mojo Men,
Bobby Hutcherson,
June of 44,
The Associates,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Eddi Front,
The Martian,
Peter and Kerry,
The Smiths,
EPMD,
The Index,
Lucky Dragons,
Nils Olav,
Girls At Our Best!,
the Association,
Lebanon Hanover,
10cc,
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.