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 Sweden and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Iggy Pop to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Matthew Halsall. All the underground hits.
All Deadbeat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Model 500 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Sherman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
CMW,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Real Kids,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Second Layer,
U.S. Maple,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Theoretical Girls,
The Move,
Lindisfarne,
Soul II Soul,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Martian,
Fatback Band,
Todd Terry,
Franke,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Swans,
Mad Mike,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Delta 5,
Depeche Mode,
The Saints,
Jandek,
The Fall,
The Slits,
Model 500,
Rod Modell,
The Red Krayola,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Pussy Galore,
Dennis Brown,
The Flesh Eaters,
Warsaw,
Sun City Girls,
Pagans,
Popol Vuh,
Cymande,
Graham Central Station,
The Leaves,
Ossler,
Sonic Youth,
Mission of Burma,
Whodini,
Stiv Bators,
Archie Shepp,
The Divine Comedy,
This Heat,
Black Flag,
The Cowsills,
Harry Pussy,
Trumans Water,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Robert Hood,
Morten Harket,
The Durutti Column,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bobby Byrd,
Porter Ricks,
Echospace,
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.