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 Papua New Guinea and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Marine Girls to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Chris Corsano. All the underground hits.
All Slave tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blancmange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Theoretical Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Qualms,
These Immortal Souls,
JFA,
Roger Hodgson,
Pere Ubu,
Al Stewart,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Wake,
U.S. Maple,
Isaac Hayes,
Negative Approach,
The Human League,
Eric Dolphy,
The Alarm Clocks,
B.T. Express,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Roxy Music,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Glenn Branca,
The Buckinghams,
The Young Rascals,
Half Japanese,
June Days,
Silicon Teens,
The Cramps,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Monks,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Moody Blues,
Mission of Burma,
Lebanon Hanover,
Soulsonic Force,
The Misunderstood,
Sight & Sound,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Hashim,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Essential Logic,
Severed Heads,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Standells,
T. Rex,
Newcleus,
Avey Tare,
The Black Dice,
Trumans Water,
The Zeros,
Minnie Riperton,
the Slits,
The Durutti Column,
Althea and Donna,
Kayak,
Minor Threat,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
LL Cool J,
Marine Girls,
Big Daddy Kane,
Eddi Front,
Cluster,
Whodini,
Bad Manners,
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.