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 Copenhagen.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the theremin 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 Tubeway Army to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band. All the underground hits.
All Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry Gold Smith 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amazonics,
Harry Pussy,
Trumans Water,
Q and Not U,
Faraquet,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Doors,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Warren Ellis,
The Count Five,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Cramps,
Jacques Brel,
Lebanon Hanover,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Fire Engines,
Shoche,
Easy Going,
Matthew Halsall,
Au Pairs,
Accadde A,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Barracudas,
Rod Modell,
The United States of America,
Ituana,
Sun City Girls,
The Birthday Party,
Sonny Sharrock,
kango's stein massive,
Lou Christie,
Zapp,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Guru Guru,
the Slits,
Funkadelic,
Fugazi,
Lyres,
Mark Hollis,
Sarah Menescal,
Rotary Connection,
The Motions,
Black Pus,
Marc Almond,
Max Romeo,
The Shadows of Knight,
Brand Nubian,
Gregory Isaacs,
Surgeon,
Cheater Slicks,
The Real Kids,
Sly & The Family Stone,
X-101,
Make Up,
Reagan Youth,
The Kinks,
Fat Boys,
Tommy Roe,
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.