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 Ghana and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon 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 Quando Quango. All the underground hits.
All Grauzone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monochrome Set record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Josef K record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Fraelich,
a-ha,
Cluster,
Cymande,
Guru Guru,
The Cowsills,
The Raincoats,
Tears for Fears,
The New Christs,
Erykah Badu,
Moby Grape,
China Crisis,
Sparks,
K-Klass,
Blancmange,
Severed Heads,
Pulsallama,
Funkadelic,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Fuzztones,
The Walker Brothers,
Fat Boys,
Johnny Clarke,
John Coltrane,
The Seeds,
Los Fastidios,
The Monochrome Set,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Unwound,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Susan Cadogan,
Graham Central Station,
Electric Prunes,
Joensuu 1685,
Duran Duran,
Stetsasonic,
Pussy Galore,
Steve Hackett,
Sun Ra,
Khruangbin,
Derrick Morgan,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Angels of Light,
Nation of Ulysses,
Jerry's Kids,
Tropical Tobacco,
Hardrive,
Gichy Dan,
Dave Gahan,
The Zeros,
This Heat,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Tres Demented,
Ultra Naté,
David Axelrod,
Lindisfarne,
Essential Logic,
The Smiths,
The Moody Blues,
Maleditus Sound,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk.
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.