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 Costa Rica and from Salvador.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and London.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Cabaret Voltaire to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Selector Dub Narcotic. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yaz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joy Division record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fela Kuti,
Harry Pussy,
Eurythmics,
Pet Shop Boys,
The New Christs,
Al Stewart,
Cluster,
Babytalk,
Barclay James Harvest,
David Axelrod,
June Days,
Sarah Menescal,
Mission of Burma,
The Shadows of Knight,
Tears for Fears,
Minor Threat,
The Toasters,
Technova,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
James White and The Blacks,
Marshall Jefferson,
Kaleidoscope,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Eddi Front,
Eden Ahbez,
Mary Jane Girls,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Audionom,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ponytail,
Boogie Down Productions,
Cecil Taylor,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
AZ,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Alton Ellis,
Motorama,
Joensuu 1685,
Erykah Badu,
Agitation Free,
The Misunderstood,
Don Cherry,
Brass Construction,
Public Enemy,
Joe Finger,
Josef K,
Gang Green,
New Age Steppers,
Scott Walker,
Animal Collective,
Gang Gang Dance,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
David McCallum,
Easy Going,
Soul Sonic Force,
Zero Boys,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Severed Heads,
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.