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 Suriname and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Maurizio to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Altered Images. All the underground hits.
All Man Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wally Richardson 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ 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 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?
Franke,
John Cale,
David McCallum,
Suburban Knight,
China Crisis,
48th St. Collective,
Joensuu 1685,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Peter & Gordon,
Eli Mardock,
Kurtis Blow,
Sarah Menescal,
The Pop Group,
One Last Wish,
Marcia Griffiths,
Kerri Chandler,
FM Einheit,
Camouflage,
Mr. Review,
Grauzone,
The Barracudas,
Tim Buckley,
Main Source,
Wire,
The New Christs,
ABC,
DNA,
Bobby Sherman,
Robert Hood,
Scientists,
Howard Jones,
The Slits,
Godley & Creme,
Dawn Penn,
The Doors,
Dark Day,
Moss Icon,
Joe Finger,
Don Cherry,
Aswad,
Rotary Connection,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Piero Umiliani,
Alton Ellis,
The Vogues,
Pussy Galore,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Leonard Cohen,
The Zeros,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Erykah Badu,
David Bowie,
Spandau Ballet,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Harry Pussy,
Gabor Szabo,
New York Dolls,
Con Funk Shun,
Jerry's Kids,
Excepter, Excepter, Excepter, Excepter.
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.