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 Ghana and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Unrelated Segments to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Yellowson. All the underground hits.
All AZ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moody Blues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare 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 linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Associates,
Marine Girls,
Soft Machine,
Minor Threat,
Lou Christie,
The Real Kids,
Royal Trux,
Joey Negro,
UT,
The Modern Lovers,
T.S.O.L.,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Selecter,
MDC,
Hasil Adkins,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Agent Orange,
The Monks,
Camberwell Now,
Derrick Morgan,
Gang Starr,
The Angels of Light,
Pharoah Sanders,
ABBA,
Scan 7,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ultravox,
X-Ray Spex,
Mark Hollis,
Metal Thangz,
The Flesh Eaters,
Skaos,
Sly & The Family Stone,
DJ Sneak,
Shuggie Otis,
Blossom Toes,
Joy Division,
Curtis Mayfield,
Henry Cow,
Sound Behaviour,
Fugazi,
Warren Ellis,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Monks,
Babytalk,
Todd Terry,
Ronan,
Echospace,
Zero Boys,
Girls At Our Best!,
Cluster,
Graham Central Station,
The Fuzztones,
Trumans Water,
Bootsy Collins,
Joe Smooth,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Happenings,
Matthew Halsall,
Tommy Roe,
Motorama,
Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio.
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.