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 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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Copenhagen.
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 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 Michael McDonald 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 Eric Dolphy to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Von Mondo. All the underground hits.
All Masters at Work tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Normal 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro 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 marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quantec,
Aural Exciters,
Royal Trux,
Sugar Minott,
Erasure,
Eli Mardock,
Agent Orange,
Rod Modell,
Television Personalities,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Groovy Waters,
JFA,
David Bowie,
The Martian,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Outsiders,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Joe Smooth,
These Immortal Souls,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Aswad,
Unrelated Segments,
Ponytail,
Ten City,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Buckinghams,
Kenny Larkin,
Jeff Lynne,
Todd Terry,
Robert Hood,
Piero Umiliani,
Slick Rick,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Leaves,
The Red Krayola,
kango's stein massive,
Neu!,
Juan Atkins,
Eric Copeland,
Josef K,
Gang Gang Dance,
Masters at Work,
Jawbox,
Brothers Johnson,
The Count Five,
A Certain Ratio,
John Lydon,
Dead Boys,
Radio Birdman,
the Germs,
Maurizio,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sun City Girls,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Harmonia,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Excepter,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Prince Buster,
The Techniques,
Lungfish,
Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier.
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.