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 Mauritania and from Lyon.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Shanghai.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Angry Samoans. All the underground hits.
All The Velvet Underground tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare 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 chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Can,
Gabor Szabo,
One Last Wish,
Tres Demented,
Steve Hackett,
Tubeway Army,
Barclay James Harvest,
Youth Brigade,
Archie Shepp,
H. Thieme,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Television,
Franke,
New Age Steppers,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Electric Prunes,
The New Christs,
The Busters,
Jeru the Damaja,
Josef K,
The Happenings,
Alison Limerick,
The Names,
Pharoah Sanders,
Pylon,
The United States of America,
Tears for Fears,
The Gun Club,
Pagans,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Newcleus,
Masters at Work,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Aural Exciters,
Godley & Creme,
Funkadelic,
Aswad,
Crooked Eye,
Popol Vuh,
Young Marble Giants,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
R.M.O.,
Crime,
Throbbing Gristle,
10cc,
DJ Sneak,
Jacob Miller,
Donald Byrd,
Thompson Twins,
Outsiders,
The Music Machine,
Cameo,
Dennis Brown,
Bob Dylan,
Public Image Ltd.,
Howard Jones,
The Fuzztones,
Morten Harket,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bauhaus,
Theoretical Girls,
Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic.
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.