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 Azerbaijan and from Columbus.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Cramps to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Hoover. All the underground hits.
All Nico tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delon & Dalcan 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Fraelich,
Niagra,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Pharoah Sanders,
Rod Modell,
The Five Americans,
Pere Ubu,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Busters,
The Gun Club,
Big Daddy Kane,
Average White Band,
Leonard Cohen,
Surgeon,
Slave,
Blake Baxter,
The Gladiators,
the Swans,
Lou Reed,
Can,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The New Christs,
the Association,
One Last Wish,
Cal Tjader,
These Immortal Souls,
Dennis Brown,
Faraquet,
Roy Ayers,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Sonics,
Trumans Water,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
New Order,
Adolescents,
Drexciya,
The Black Dice,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Names,
Organ,
In Retrospect,
The Standells,
CMW,
Alton Ellis,
Bill Near,
Robert Hood,
Half Japanese,
Toni Rubio,
The Fuzztones,
Gabor Szabo,
Schoolly D,
Absolute Body Control,
Josef K,
Duran Duran,
Depeche Mode,
The Count Five,
Main Source,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Gories,
Scrapy,
Glambeats Corp.,
EPMD, EPMD, EPMD, EPMD.
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.