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 Burundi and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the güiro 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 Eyeless In Gaza to the techno 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 Juan Atkins. All the underground hits.
All Neu! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every London Community Gospel Choir record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Halsall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Beau Brummels,
Soul II Soul,
Lakeside,
Pulsallama,
Fear,
Tomorrow,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Babytalk,
Half Japanese,
Mad Mike,
Scott Walker,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Kas Product,
The Wake,
Bootsy Collins,
Gang Green,
Man Eating Sloth,
Barbara Tucker,
the Soft Cell,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lucky Dragons,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Todd Rundgren,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Sound,
Massinfluence,
ABC,
Kevin Saunderson,
Newcleus,
Marcia Griffiths,
Black Bananas,
Bang On A Can,
Black Flag,
Symarip,
Monks,
Robert Wyatt,
Oblivians,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Yellowson,
Wally Richardson,
Thompson Twins,
David McCallum,
Bad Manners,
Pole,
Cheater Slicks,
The Mojo Men,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Moss Icon,
F. McDonald,
The Dave Clark Five,
Max Romeo,
Sandy B,
Neu!,
Patti Smith,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lalo Schifrin,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gastr Del Sol,
Danielle Patucci,
Television,
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.