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 Libya and from Johannesburg.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Vainqueur to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Boogie Down Productions. All the underground hits.
All Davy DMX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sight & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Fraelich,
Desert Stars,
The Saints,
Circle Jerks,
The Knickerbockers,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Joensuu 1685,
Grandmaster Flash,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Tremeloes,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Traffic Nightmare,
Steve Hackett,
Tim Buckley,
Rosa Yemen,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Newcleus,
Von Mondo,
Laurel Aitken,
Wally Richardson,
Gang of Four,
David McCallum,
Barclay James Harvest,
Piero Umiliani,
Carl Craig,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Swans,
Outsiders,
Malaria!,
Q65,
Theoretical Girls,
Lucky Dragons,
Anakelly,
the Bar-Kays,
Arthur Verocai,
OOIOO,
Second Layer,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Blancmange,
Grey Daturas,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Cramps,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
John Cale,
Easy Going,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ponytail,
Yaz,
Electric Prunes,
Todd Rundgren,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Crash Course in Science,
The Star Department,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Barbara Tucker,
Albert Ayler,
The Names,
Kaleidoscope,
T. Rex,
Kayak,
Minny Pops,
Little Man, Little Man, Little Man, Little Man.
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.