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 Morocco and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Erasure to the rock 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 Wally Richardson. All the underground hits.
All Frankie Knuckles tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Carl Craig record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Intrusion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Fraelich,
The Cure,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Barclay James Harvest,
Public Enemy,
Yazoo,
Von Mondo,
Eric B and Rakim,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Kurtis Blow,
Average White Band,
Chrome,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Scott Walker,
the Slits,
Supertramp,
The Shadows of Knight,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Tremeloes,
Gang Green,
Lalo Schifrin,
Mo-Dettes,
Boredoms,
kango's stein massive,
A Certain Ratio,
Reuben Wilson,
The Busters,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Joe Finger,
DJ Sneak,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Boz Scaggs,
Glenn Branca,
8 Eyed Spy,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
John Foxx,
Hasil Adkins,
Popol Vuh,
Crash Course in Science,
Zero Boys,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Angry Samoans,
Neu!,
Crispian St. Peters,
Blossom Toes,
The Gap Band,
The Slits,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Visage,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
the Swans,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Black Moon,
Outsiders,
Letta Mbulu,
New Order,
Liliput,
The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers.
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.