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 Suriname and from Lyon.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Lucky Dragons 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 Spoonie Gee. All the underground hits.
All Cheater Slicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Surgeon 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin 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 organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Starr,
Soft Cell,
Barry Ungar,
Howard Jones,
T. Rex,
Arthur Verocai,
Aswad,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Moebius,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Gong,
K-Klass,
Marine Girls,
Sandy B,
Idris Muhammad,
Toni Rubio,
Average White Band,
Ossler,
Scott Walker,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sonic Youth,
a-ha,
Eurythmics,
Ohio Players,
Grandmaster Flash,
Massinfluence,
Rites of Spring,
Ten City,
Soulsonic Force,
Malaria!,
Aural Exciters,
Cabaret Voltaire,
X-102,
Deakin,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Gladiators,
Fat Boys,
Thompson Twins,
The Residents,
Black Flag,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Fortunes,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lightning Bolt,
Donald Byrd,
Sex Pistols,
Cal Tjader,
The Selecter,
Andrew Hill,
Duran Duran,
Cybotron,
Gichy Dan,
The Skatalites,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Dave Gahan,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ronan,
Robert Görl,
Pet Shop Boys,
Pere Ubu,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Crispian St. Peters,
It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day.
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.