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 Portugal and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Babytalk to the punk 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 The New Christs. All the underground hits.
All Henry Cow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Parry Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Chris Corsano,
Rod Modell,
Pet Shop Boys,
Absolute Body Control,
The Gap Band,
Talk Talk,
Electric Prunes,
The Evens,
The Birthday Party,
Arthur Verocai,
The Gories,
La Düsseldorf,
Aural Exciters,
In Retrospect,
the Germs,
UT,
Bauhaus,
The Alarm Clocks,
Cameo,
Faraquet,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
EPMD,
Funkadelic,
10cc,
Funky Four + One,
Mad Mike,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Clear Light,
Ultravox,
Pole,
Qualms,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Accadde A,
Au Pairs,
Ultimate Spinach,
Thompson Twins,
The Human League,
Kenny Larkin,
Supertramp,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
June Days,
Gastr Del Sol,
Warsaw,
E-Dancer,
Skarface,
The Doobie Brothers,
X-102,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lakeside,
Wasted Youth,
Public Image Ltd.,
ABBA,
Khruangbin,
Television,
The Associates,
Moss Icon,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
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.