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 Luxembourg and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the oboe 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 Angry Samoans to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Todd Rundgren tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every kango's stein massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalo Schifrin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wire,
Lindisfarne,
Soft Machine,
John Holt,
Alphaville,
Joe Smooth,
Bootsy Collins,
U.S. Maple,
Essential Logic,
The Litter,
Eddi Front,
UT,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Drexciya,
Icehouse,
The Cramps,
Robert Hood,
Country Teasers,
Rapeman,
Peter & Gordon,
Jeru the Damaja,
Warsaw,
Porter Ricks,
Maurizio,
Visage,
Gong,
Letta Mbulu,
the Normal,
Eyeless In Gaza,
This Heat,
Eden Ahbez,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ponytail,
Angry Samoans,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Iggy Pop,
Niagra,
These Immortal Souls,
Minor Threat,
Kerrie Biddell,
Scratch Acid,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
X-101,
Con Funk Shun,
Schoolly D,
Idris Muhammad,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
One Last Wish,
Jandek,
Pet Shop Boys,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Smog,
Joe Finger,
CMW,
The Buckinghams,
Theoretical Girls,
Sun City Girls,
Ossler,
Todd Rundgren,
Roxy Music,
Anthony Braxton,
Guru Guru,
Black Sheep,
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.