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 Moldova and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Gap Band to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Jesus and Mary Chain. All the underground hits.
All Swell Maps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ralphi Rosario record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin 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 harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
China Crisis,
X-102,
ABC,
The United States of America,
Clear Light,
X-Ray Spex,
The Dead C,
Scratch Acid,
Brand Nubian,
Quadrant,
Mandrill,
Masters at Work,
Desert Stars,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Unwound,
The Zeros,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Echospace,
Ponytail,
Suburban Knight,
Cecil Taylor,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Zapp,
The Human League,
Cymande,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Buckinghams,
Lower 48,
Pagans,
Grauzone,
Thee Headcoats,
The Misunderstood,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Faust,
The Fall,
Eli Mardock,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Barry Ungar,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Y Pants,
10cc,
Glenn Branca,
Chris & Cosey,
Man Parrish,
Aural Exciters,
Scion,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Mr. Review,
Excepter,
Tom Boy,
Jawbox,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Hasil Adkins,
Drexciya,
The Vogues,
Surgeon,
FM Einheit,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers.
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.