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 El Salvador and from Calgary.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 La Düsseldorf to the grime 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 Brass Construction. All the underground hits.
All Oppenheimer Analysis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every World's Most 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron 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 mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
OOIOO,
Rod Modell,
Hardrive,
Funkadelic,
Boredoms,
K-Klass,
Wire,
James White and The Blacks,
New York Dolls,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Real Kids,
Darondo,
Brick,
Harmonia,
Eric Copeland,
Tres Demented,
Nils Olav,
A Certain Ratio,
Duran Duran,
Ornette Coleman,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Buzzcocks,
Underground Resistance,
The Angels of Light,
Kerri Chandler,
The Monochrome Set,
Bad Manners,
Excepter,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The United States of America,
Gang Starr,
Joyce Sims,
Patti Smith,
Soft Cell,
Babytalk,
These Immortal Souls,
T. Rex,
Icehouse,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Kinks,
Magma,
Ultra Naté,
Black Moon,
The Martian,
Yazoo,
Severed Heads,
Scion,
Wasted Youth,
Bush Tetras,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Soul Sonic Force,
Blossom Toes,
June of 44,
The Gap Band,
Black Flag,
Joy Division,
June Days,
Bronski Beat,
Moebius,
The Flesh Eaters,
Anthony Braxton,
New Age Steppers,
The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood.
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.