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 Nepal and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 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 The Doobie Brothers to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Red Krayola. All the underground hits.
All B.T. Express tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantytec 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Nick Fraelich record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zero Boys,
The Star Department,
Absolute Body Control,
Siglo XX,
Matthew Halsall,
Aaron Thompson,
The Gladiators,
Amon Düül,
Eve St. Jones,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Thompson Twins,
Anthony Braxton,
Roxy Music,
The Five Americans,
Kurtis Blow,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Half Japanese,
Stiv Bators,
Hasil Adkins,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Stooges,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Unwound,
E-Dancer,
T. Rex,
Severed Heads,
Connie Case,
Pulsallama,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Camberwell Now,
Roxette,
R.M.O.,
David McCallum,
A Certain Ratio,
Alison Limerick,
Max Romeo,
DNA,
Andrew Hill,
Niagra,
Ralphi Rosario,
Stockholm Monsters,
Jerry's Kids,
Make Up,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Yazoo,
Jacques Brel,
Dark Day,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Dead Boys,
Rhythm & Sound,
Carl Craig,
Brick,
Jacob Miller,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Mantronix,
Freddie Wadling,
The Red Krayola,
Q and Not U,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago.
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.