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 Iceland and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Yaz to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Youth Brigade. All the underground hits.
All Sarah Menescal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rod Modell 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Lynne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Sneak,
Gong,
LL Cool J,
Mantronix,
The Five Americans,
Bobby Sherman,
Man Parrish,
Vainqueur,
Nas,
Faraquet,
Amon Düül,
Suburban Knight,
Arab on Radar,
Sonny Sharrock,
Visage,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Das Ding,
Michelle Simonal,
The Neon Judgement,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Cure,
In Retrospect,
Clear Light,
Goldenarms,
Robert Hood,
Neil Young,
Johnny Clarke,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Soft Cell,
The Last Poets,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ultravox,
Japan,
Zero Boys,
Ken Boothe,
Von Mondo,
The Standells,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Spoonie Gee,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ice-T,
The Grass Roots,
The Residents,
The Human League,
The Modern Lovers,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Livin' Joy,
Chrome,
Moby Grape,
Bluetip,
Circle Jerks,
Ponytail,
Pagans,
The Star Department,
Basic Channel,
Urselle,
Scratch Acid,
Lindisfarne,
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.