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 Afghanistan and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Gang Gang Dance to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Eve St. Jones. All the underground hits.
All Ludus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Justin Hinds & The Dominoes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba 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 synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ponytail,
Basic Channel,
The Victims,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Delon & Dalcan,
Mo-Dettes,
Quando Quango,
Gabor Szabo,
The Walker Brothers,
Harpers Bizarre,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Letta Mbulu,
Bush Tetras,
Aloha Tigers,
Echospace,
Hot Snakes,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Kurtis Blow,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Wasted Youth,
Radio Birdman,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Alice Coltrane,
The Happenings,
Roxy Music,
The Standells,
Soulsonic Force,
Nation of Ulysses,
the Bar-Kays,
Rotary Connection,
Junior Murvin,
The Buckinghams,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Half Japanese,
Scott Walker,
Technova,
Patti Smith,
Television,
Japan,
Drexciya,
The J.B.'s,
Schoolly D,
Traffic Nightmare,
E-Dancer,
Radiopuhelimet,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Arab on Radar,
The Angels of Light,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
John Holt,
Negative Approach,
Rakim,
Dave Gahan,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Joensuu 1685,
Mars,
Dawn Penn,
KRS-One,
Grey Daturas,
The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers.
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.