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 Uruguay and from Lyon.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the güiro 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 Mark Hollis to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Walker Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Donny Hathaway tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alison Limerick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum 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 marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tubeway Army,
Nik Kershaw,
This Heat,
The Searchers,
Gerry Rafferty,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
10cc,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Adolescents,
Mars,
Gil Scott Heron,
Kevin Saunderson,
Tom Boy,
Vladislav Delay,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sam Rivers,
Wire,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Todd Rundgren,
Vainqueur,
Animal Collective,
Freddie Wadling,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ultravox,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Carl Craig,
Joe Smooth,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Rekid,
Sparks,
Chris Corsano,
The Blues Magoos,
Susan Cadogan,
Zero Boys,
Blancmange,
Black Bananas,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Fear,
Skarface,
Babytalk,
Scion,
Magazine,
The Fugs,
The Detroit Cobras,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Pagans,
The Monochrome Set,
Franke,
Funkadelic,
Robert Hood,
The Beau Brummels,
Sister Nancy,
Lou Reed,
Unwound,
Sun City Girls,
Lyres,
Bobby Sherman,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe.
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.