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 South Africa and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Count Five to the jazz 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 Bobby Sherman. All the underground hits.
All Ash Ra Tempel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord 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 arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Silicon Teens,
The Grass Roots,
Spoonie Gee,
Soft Machine,
Nirvana,
Tubeway Army,
Schoolly D,
The Searchers,
Severed Heads,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Tim Buckley,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Das Ding,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sonic Youth,
Yusef Lateef,
Kurtis Blow,
The Human League,
Saccharine Trust,
Skriet,
David Bowie,
Funkadelic,
The Dead C,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Rakim,
Fat Boys,
These Immortal Souls,
The Beau Brummels,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Boredoms,
Harry Pussy,
B.T. Express,
Supertramp,
June Days,
Josef K,
Pussy Galore,
Thee Headcoats,
Sixth Finger,
Howard Jones,
Boz Scaggs,
Nils Olav,
Henry Cow,
Quantec,
Marshall Jefferson,
JFA,
Kas Product,
The Modern Lovers,
Royal Trux,
The Golliwogs,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Monolake,
Freddie Wadling,
The Monks,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Tomorrow,
Kayak,
Simply Red,
Rekid,
Kenny Larkin,
Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case.
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.