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 Lesotho and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 guitar 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 Cal Tjader 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 Mars. All the underground hits.
All Cybotron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Fraelich,
Prince Buster,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Animal Collective,
Mr. Review,
Crispy Ambulance,
Neu!,
Kaleidoscope,
Bob Dylan,
Kurtis Blow,
Donald Byrd,
David McCallum,
Skarface,
Dual Sessions,
Faraquet,
Erasure,
Camberwell Now,
Boogie Down Productions,
Fat Boys,
Moebius,
The Slits,
the Human League,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
X-Ray Spex,
Simply Red,
Deepchord,
The Gladiators,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Count Five,
Ronnie Foster,
Lebanon Hanover,
Flipper,
Pere Ubu,
AZ,
Average White Band,
Sexual Harrassment,
James White and The Blacks,
Ultra Naté,
The Techniques,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sixth Finger,
Boz Scaggs,
Sight & Sound,
Robert Görl,
Wolf Eyes,
David Axelrod,
Alton Ellis,
The Cure,
Rosa Yemen,
The Modern Lovers,
Loose Ends,
A Flock of Seagulls,
R.M.O.,
Massinfluence,
Audionom,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
T.S.O.L.,
Spoonie Gee,
D'Angelo,
Lee Hazlewood,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bobby Byrd,
Funky Four + One,
Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band.
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.