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 Brazil and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Madrid.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the mellotron 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 The Fire Engines to the dance 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band. All the underground hits.
All Marvin Gaye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ohio Players record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet 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 arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Trumans Water,
Circle Jerks,
JFA,
Pharoah Sanders,
Pantytec,
The Selecter,
The Dead C,
Wolf Eyes,
Eric Dolphy,
Johnny Osbourne,
Audionom,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Visage,
Mark Hollis,
Nick Fraelich,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Niagra,
Fugazi,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Spoonie Gee,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Radiohead,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Archie Shepp,
Yellowson,
John Cale,
Siglo XX,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
10cc,
Electric Prunes,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Flesh Eaters,
Neu!,
Goldenarms,
James White and The Blacks,
Fatback Band,
Matthew Halsall,
Los Fastidios,
Malaria!,
Ituana,
Roy Ayers,
Crispian St. Peters,
Newcleus,
Surgeon,
Lungfish,
Negative Approach,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Rosa Yemen,
Guru Guru,
B.T. Express,
Suicide,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Aural Exciters,
the Normal,
The Beau Brummels,
Masters at Work,
Liliput,
The Zeros,
The Velvet Underground,
Grauzone,
The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band.
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.