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 Macedonia and from Hong Kong.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft to the jazz 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 New Order. All the underground hits.
All Zero Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hoover 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 an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Motorama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Faraquet,
Eric Dolphy,
Underground Resistance,
Todd Rundgren,
Rites of Spring,
E-Dancer,
Lalann,
Au Pairs,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Spoonie Gee,
Saccharine Trust,
Bobby Womack,
Derrick May,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Altered Images,
Organ,
Suburban Knight,
Newcleus,
Lalo Schifrin,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Urselle,
Minor Threat,
Anakelly,
The Moody Blues,
Ice-T,
Adolescents,
Susan Cadogan,
Soft Cell,
Panda Bear,
Cal Tjader,
John Coltrane,
Soft Machine,
The Monks,
Ultimate Spinach,
Max Romeo,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
New Age Steppers,
Vainqueur,
Half Japanese,
Rhythm & Sound,
Laurel Aitken,
Neu!,
Nirvana,
Moby Grape,
Fear,
Desert Stars,
The Alarm Clocks,
Fluxion,
Marmalade,
Siglo XX,
Pylon,
Grey Daturas,
Ralphi Rosario,
Pagans,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Average White Band,
X-101,
John Holt,
New Order,
The Monochrome Set,
David Axelrod,
Radiopuhelimet,
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.