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 Grenada and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Dual Sessions to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Bill Wells. All the underground hits.
All Rhythm & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry Gold Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quantec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mantronix,
Slave,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Fugazi,
Scan 7,
Black Moon,
Audionom,
Blossom Toes,
Rekid,
Franke,
The Blues Magoos,
Todd Rundgren,
Joy Division,
Cybotron,
Symarip,
The Invisible,
H. Thieme,
Ponytail,
MDC,
Ronnie Foster,
Kerri Chandler,
The Misunderstood,
Kenny Larkin,
X-Ray Spex,
John Holt,
The J.B.'s,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
a-ha,
L. Decosne,
Marshall Jefferson,
Kaleidoscope,
Carl Craig,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bluetip,
Schoolly D,
The Fugs,
Blancmange,
Bootsy Collins,
Supertramp,
The Last Poets,
Jerry's Kids,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The New Christs,
The Cowsills,
One Last Wish,
The Monochrome Set,
The Searchers,
The Grass Roots,
Desert Stars,
Donald Byrd,
Gong,
The Raincoats,
the Slits,
Sarah Menescal,
Bauhaus,
Tom Boy,
Kool Moe Dee,
Jimmy McGriff,
Roxette,
Negative Approach,
The Flesh Eaters,
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.