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 Ivory Coast and from Spokane.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Taipei.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the theremin 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 Electric Prunes to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sun City Girls. All the underground hits.
All Talk Talk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zapp 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Bowie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ludus,
Max Romeo,
Charles Mingus,
Suicide,
Fat Boys,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Doors,
Kas Product,
In Retrospect,
X-Ray Spex,
Desert Stars,
48th St. Collective,
Cymande,
Cal Tjader,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
PIL,
Thompson Twins,
The Invisible,
Ituana,
The Cramps,
Bang On A Can,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Pylon,
The Real Kids,
Ralphi Rosario,
Boredoms,
Gang of Four,
Liliput,
Marmalade,
Lower 48,
Zapp,
Icehouse,
Terry Callier,
Subhumans,
Sam Rivers,
Country Teasers,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Last Poets,
Rufus Thomas,
L. Decosne,
Sparks,
Mo-Dettes,
Con Funk Shun,
Dead Boys,
Bill Near,
Marc Almond,
Connie Case,
The Black Dice,
Howard Jones,
Ohio Players,
Outsiders,
Ornette Coleman,
Mad Mike,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Stetsasonic,
The Happenings,
Dual Sessions,
Yazoo,
The Motions,
The Names,
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.