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 Italy and from Bologna.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the oboe 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 Monks to the techno 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 Nico. All the underground hits.
All Popol Vuh tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Danielle Patucci 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Knickerbockers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Fraelich,
Soul Sonic Force,
Deepchord,
Moebius,
Fear,
Rosa Yemen,
Marmalade,
Khruangbin,
Unrelated Segments,
Davy DMX,
Wire,
Tears for Fears,
Cluster,
Bobby Sherman,
Boz Scaggs,
Leonard Cohen,
Zapp,
A Certain Ratio,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gichy Dan,
Max Romeo,
Lakeside,
Sun Ra,
Q65,
Faraquet,
Carl Craig,
Jeff Lynne,
Nirvana,
Bauhaus,
The Gun Club,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Durutti Column,
The Cure,
Sam Rivers,
Darondo,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Malaria!,
Alice Coltrane,
Angry Samoans,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Fall,
Harmonia,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Piero Umiliani,
Tim Buckley,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Smoke,
JFA,
Masters at Work,
Frankie Knuckles,
Maurizio,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gang Gang Dance,
Brass Construction,
Monolake,
Lucky Dragons,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Marc Almond,
The Kinks,
Ultravox,
The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine.
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.