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 Haiti and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 Woodstock and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Velvet Underground to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Model 500. All the underground hits.
All Cluster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Royal Family And The Poor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Fraelich,
Bob Dylan,
Blancmange,
Public Image Ltd.,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Japan,
Amon Düül II,
The Associates,
The Offenders,
X-101,
Toni Rubio,
The Neon Judgement,
Roy Ayers,
Derrick Morgan,
Hasil Adkins,
ABBA,
Robert Hood,
DJ Sneak,
Donny Hathaway,
Rod Modell,
X-Ray Spex,
Hot Snakes,
Letta Mbulu,
Suburban Knight,
Guru Guru,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Rakim,
Cecil Taylor,
Crash Course in Science,
Joe Smooth,
Lightning Bolt,
Patti Smith,
The Saints,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
DNA,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Quantec,
Little Man,
Gong,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Technova,
kango's stein massive,
Bobby Womack,
John Holt,
Morten Harket,
Grandmaster Flash,
Radiopuhelimet,
Marshall Jefferson,
Pole,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Glambeats Corp.,
Graham Central Station,
Sun City Girls,
a-ha,
The Fuzztones,
Alphaville,
The Fire Engines,
The Searchers,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme.
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.