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 Dominican Republic and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Searchers to the grunge 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo. All the underground hits.
All Basic Channel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Skatalites record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Juan Atkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Kayak,
Marshall Jefferson,
Cybotron,
The Five Americans,
Gregory Isaacs,
Harry Pussy,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Schoolly D,
Fear,
Gerry Rafferty,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lakeside,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sonic Youth,
The Motions,
Technova,
Trumans Water,
Kerri Chandler,
Franke,
Ten City,
Radio Birdman,
Sun City Girls,
Roger Hodgson,
Joey Negro,
Pulsallama,
Scott Walker,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Dave Clark Five,
the Bar-Kays,
David Bowie,
48th St. Collective,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Moleskins,
Intrusion,
Youth Brigade,
Symarip,
L. Decosne,
Swans,
The Buckinghams,
Metal Thangz,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Yaz,
Ludus,
Pantaleimon,
Amon Düül,
Josef K,
The Fuzztones,
Newcleus,
The New Christs,
Dennis Brown,
The Slits,
Rites of Spring,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Outsiders,
Eve St. Jones,
Crash Course in Science,
Anthony Braxton,
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.