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 Argentina and from Lagos.
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 Calgary and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Ronan to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Flash Fearless. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 snare and a spring reverb 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 chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sällskapet,
Mo-Dettes,
H. Thieme,
Traffic Nightmare,
Moebius,
Swell Maps,
Soft Machine,
AZ,
The Motions,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ultimate Spinach,
Metal Thangz,
The Martian,
Lakeside,
The Birthday Party,
Magma,
Public Enemy,
Index,
David Bowie,
Arab on Radar,
Curtis Mayfield,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Average White Band,
Basic Channel,
Khruangbin,
Loose Ends,
Roxy Music,
Echospace,
Skarface,
Man Eating Sloth,
Pylon,
Subhumans,
Kerrie Biddell,
Q and Not U,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Sonics,
Lyres,
Rotary Connection,
The Buckinghams,
Cameo,
Quadrant,
Ituana,
DNA,
Minor Threat,
T.S.O.L.,
Electric Prunes,
UT,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Tropical Tobacco,
Cymande,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Alice Coltrane,
Chris Corsano,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
A Certain Ratio,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gabor Szabo,
The Misunderstood,
Colin Newman,
Inner City,
Yusef Lateef,
Yazoo,
Arthur Verocai,
Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran.
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.