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 Congo and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Tehran.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Moss Icon to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Leonard Cohen. All the underground hits.
All Franke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stereo Dub 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba 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 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Whodini,
Marvin Gaye,
Crispian St. Peters,
the Human League,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Reuben Wilson,
Avey Tare,
The Moody Blues,
The Vogues,
Brothers Johnson,
Liliput,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Cheater Slicks,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Erasure,
Black Bananas,
Animal Collective,
KRS-One,
Mantronix,
cv313,
Junior Murvin,
Sarah Menescal,
Babytalk,
Dorothy Ashby,
Rufus Thomas,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Robert Görl,
L. Decosne,
The American Breed,
Marine Girls,
Steve Hackett,
Trumans Water,
Black Moon,
Glambeats Corp.,
Loose Ends,
Johnny Osbourne,
Amon Düül II,
H. Thieme,
Dual Sessions,
Blancmange,
Bobby Byrd,
Heaven 17,
Bizarre Inc.,
Susan Cadogan,
DNA,
Rekid,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Mars,
Joensuu 1685,
Tim Buckley,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Pylon,
Eddi Front,
Urselle,
James White and The Blacks,
Yusef Lateef,
Skaos,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse.
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.