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 Korea South and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Pretty Things to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Al Stewart. All the underground hits.
All Ash Ra Tempel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Frankie Knuckles 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pole record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythm & Sound,
8 Eyed Spy,
Amon Düül II,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Erykah Badu,
The Golliwogs,
Dual Sessions,
Lightning Bolt,
The Dirtbombs,
Mary Jane Girls,
Procol Harum,
Cymande,
Flamin' Groovies,
A Certain Ratio,
Flash Fearless,
Moebius,
Scott Walker,
Infiniti,
Make Up,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gastr Del Sol,
Subhumans,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Los Fastidios,
Isaac Hayes,
Sandy B,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Nation of Ulysses,
Eric Dolphy,
Malaria!,
Eric Copeland,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Idris Muhammad,
Cheater Slicks,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Move,
Intrusion,
Unwound,
Average White Band,
Glenn Branca,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Dead C,
Jerry's Kids,
New York Dolls,
The Five Americans,
Anthony Braxton,
Agitation Free,
Sex Pistols,
Roy Ayers,
Marmalade,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Joensuu 1685,
Yaz,
X-Ray Spex,
Sixth Finger,
Pole,
Suburban Knight,
The Happenings,
Maleditus Sound,
Quando Quango,
Schoolly D,
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.