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 Uzbekistan and from Hong Kong.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Delhi.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Black Sheep to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Be Bop Deluxe. All the underground hits.
All a-ha tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blackbyrds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 güiro 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 güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kurtis Blow,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Fall,
The Techniques,
Wally Richardson,
The Barracudas,
Boz Scaggs,
The Moleskins,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Porter Ricks,
Rekid,
EPMD,
John Holt,
Parry Music,
Rod Modell,
Ten City,
H. Thieme,
Dead Boys,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Marc Almond,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Minnie Riperton,
Todd Terry,
Niagra,
Minutemen,
Moebius,
Mars,
Ituana,
Flipper,
Maurizio,
Henry Cow,
R.M.O.,
Piero Umiliani,
Magma,
Rites of Spring,
Scion,
Roxette,
The Buckinghams,
Cybotron,
Scrapy,
Tubeway Army,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Stooges,
Ralphi Rosario,
Jawbox,
The Angels of Light,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Associates,
Siglo XX,
Terry Callier,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Aswad,
Agent Orange,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Franke,
Adolescents,
Fatback Band,
Basic Channel,
A Certain Ratio,
DNA,
Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's.
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.