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 Benin and from Philadelphia.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Bill Near to the punk 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 The Saints. All the underground hits.
All Selector Dub Narcotic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lyres record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer 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 snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharoah Sanders,
Sonny Sharrock,
Echospace,
Wings,
Kool Moe Dee,
Accadde A,
The Knickerbockers,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sonic Youth,
Smog,
The Skatalites,
Index,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Fortunes,
Drexciya,
Zero Boys,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Jawbox,
Kayak,
The Martian,
Dual Sessions,
the Slits,
Althea and Donna,
Gang Starr,
Wally Richardson,
Yazoo,
Erasure,
The Beau Brummels,
Franke,
Nation of Ulysses,
D'Angelo,
The Selecter,
Audionom,
Loose Ends,
Lee Hazlewood,
Youth Brigade,
Schoolly D,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Associates,
Bobby Byrd,
Icehouse,
Marcia Griffiths,
DJ Sneak,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Joy Division,
Suburban Knight,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Archie Shepp,
Moby Grape,
Black Bananas,
Bobby Sherman,
Donald Byrd,
Little Man,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Young Rascals,
Sarah Menescal,
Eli Mardock,
Aloha Tigers,
X-Ray Spex,
Eddi Front,
The Alarm Clocks,
Darondo,
CMW,
The Wake, The Wake, The Wake, The Wake.
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.