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 Chile and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Smiths to the jazz 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 Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Sister Nancy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Flag record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agent Orange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ash Ra Tempel,
Hot Snakes,
Ituana,
Jimmy McGriff,
Stiv Bators,
Mad Mike,
Black Bananas,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
John Coltrane,
Peter & Gordon,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Be Bop Deluxe,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Marvin Gaye,
Agitation Free,
Maleditus Sound,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Liliput,
Second Layer,
Nils Olav,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Brothers Johnson,
Von Mondo,
The Busters,
Thompson Twins,
The Knickerbockers,
The Slackers,
Matthew Halsall,
Man Eating Sloth,
New Order,
Tropical Tobacco,
Half Japanese,
Spoonie Gee,
Bronski Beat,
Rod Modell,
Buzzcocks,
Robert Hood,
Nas,
Scott Walker,
Pole,
Big Daddy Kane,
Eve St. Jones,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ten City,
Swans,
Prince Buster,
Arthur Verocai,
Circle Jerks,
Bob Dylan,
Boredoms,
Suburban Knight,
Cal Tjader,
Ronnie Foster,
Joe Smooth,
Crispy Ambulance,
Fluxion,
Throbbing Gristle,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
PIL,
Andrew Hill,
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.