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 Ghana and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Neu! to the rap 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 Television Personalities. All the underground hits.
All Bang on a Can All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The J.B.'s record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nick Fraelich record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Leaves,
Harry Pussy,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Last Poets,
Johnny Clarke,
Youth Brigade,
Masters at Work,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
R.M.O.,
Radiopuhelimet,
Public Enemy,
D'Angelo,
The Star Department,
Pylon,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Piero Umiliani,
Kurtis Blow,
Sister Nancy,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Reuben Wilson,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Standells,
Peter & Gordon,
The Beau Brummels,
Scott Walker,
David Bowie,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Mummies,
The Slackers,
Model 500,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Y Pants,
Peter and Kerry,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Eden Ahbez,
The Litter,
Outsiders,
Scratch Acid,
Los Fastidios,
Siglo XX,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bobby Byrd,
Skaos,
Erykah Badu,
cv313,
Second Layer,
Sun Ra,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Detroit Cobras,
Agent Orange,
H. Thieme,
The Count Five,
Sonic Youth,
Minutemen,
Echospace,
Janne Schatter,
Spandau Ballet,
Glambeats Corp.,
These Immortal Souls,
Scientists,
Blake Baxter,
Arab on Radar,
Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl.
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.