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 Turkmenistan and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the theremin 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 Eddi Front to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sound Behaviour. All the underground hits.
All Swell Maps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer 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 marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minor Threat,
Roy Ayers,
Shuggie Otis,
Sister Nancy,
Can,
Gabor Szabo,
Severed Heads,
The Offenders,
The Leaves,
Minnie Riperton,
Derrick May,
The Sound,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Supertramp,
Black Pus,
Albert Ayler,
Half Japanese,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Barrington Levy,
These Immortal Souls,
Model 500,
Essential Logic,
PIL,
Stereo Dub,
Procol Harum,
Drive Like Jehu,
Matthew Halsall,
Faust,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
China Crisis,
Pulsallama,
The Seeds,
World's Most,
Intrusion,
Babytalk,
Marine Girls,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
the Fania All-Stars,
Jacques Brel,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Donny Hathaway,
Fat Boys,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
8 Eyed Spy,
H. Thieme,
Marc Almond,
MC5,
The Buckinghams,
Soul II Soul,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sarah Menescal,
Soft Machine,
Drexciya,
Arthur Verocai,
Skaos,
Letta Mbulu,
Marvin Gaye,
Flamin' Groovies,
Mad Mike,
Con Funk Shun,
Adolescents,
Suburban Knight,
Japan,
Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions.
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.