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 Burundi and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Fluxion to the funk 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 Shadows of Knight. All the underground hits.
All Fela Kuti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Panda Bear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 guitar and a harpsichord 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 oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dennis Brown,
Aaron Thompson,
Boredoms,
Ossler,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Von Mondo,
Q and Not U,
June of 44,
Ponytail,
Roxette,
Al Stewart,
Massinfluence,
Ronan,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Suburban Knight,
The Fortunes,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Porter Ricks,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Duran Duran,
Gerry Rafferty,
Make Up,
Kurtis Blow,
Sound Behaviour,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Radiohead,
Man Parrish,
Traffic Nightmare,
Accadde A,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Nik Kershaw,
The Cowsills,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Pulsallama,
Minny Pops,
Subhumans,
Matthew Bourne,
David McCallum,
Skarface,
Fatback Band,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Count Five,
Ornette Coleman,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Eden Ahbez,
The Kinks,
Technova,
Alton Ellis,
Bauhaus,
K-Klass,
Brothers Johnson,
Pierre Henry,
The Real Kids,
Little Man,
Throbbing Gristle,
Hoover,
Basic Channel,
Shuggie Otis,
Hashim,
Funky Four + One,
The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes.
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.