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 Brunei and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the linndrum 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 The Alarm Clocks to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Offenders. All the underground hits.
All Spandau Ballet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sällskapet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 linndrum and a clarinet 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 theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Sherman,
Pierre Henry,
The Barracudas,
Radio Birdman,
Sun City Girls,
The Cowsills,
Kayak,
Pagans,
E-Dancer,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Five Americans,
The Slits,
Flamin' Groovies,
the Bar-Kays,
New Age Steppers,
Big Daddy Kane,
Desert Stars,
Shoche,
DJ Style,
Gang Green,
Pulsallama,
Blancmange,
Gerry Rafferty,
the Association,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sam Rivers,
Crispy Ambulance,
Black Flag,
Camberwell Now,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Cluster,
Steve Hackett,
FM Einheit,
Janne Schatter,
Ice-T,
Ituana,
Nils Olav,
Bauhaus,
The Litter,
Nirvana,
Magma,
Crime,
The Techniques,
Max Romeo,
Marshall Jefferson,
cv313,
Matthew Halsall,
The Cramps,
Marc Almond,
Rekid,
Don Cherry,
Sixth Finger,
Funkadelic,
Simply Red,
Amon Düül,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
the Slits,
The Birthday Party,
Youth Brigade,
The Vogues,
The Residents,
Eric Copeland,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy.
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.