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 Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 New York and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 spring reverb 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 Cal Tjader to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx. All the underground hits.
All Popol Vuh tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 guitar 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 oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Animal Collective,
The Selecter,
The Dave Clark Five,
the Human League,
Maurizio,
Slave,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Fall,
The Smoke,
Jeff Mills,
Anakelly,
Kayak,
Los Fastidios,
The Knickerbockers,
Iggy Pop,
Rites of Spring,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
China Crisis,
The Seeds,
John Lydon,
Kevin Saunderson,
Excepter,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Pierre Henry,
The Index,
The Fire Engines,
The Angels of Light,
Donny Hathaway,
This Heat,
Crispy Ambulance,
Agent Orange,
Malaria!,
Half Japanese,
Severed Heads,
The Monks,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bobby Sherman,
Tim Buckley,
Jerry's Kids,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Stereo Dub,
Sparks,
David McCallum,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gong,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Pussy Galore,
Henry Cow,
The Mojo Men,
Don Cherry,
The Residents,
Shoche,
Saccharine Trust,
Schoolly D,
Grey Daturas,
Eric Copeland,
ABBA,
Silicon Teens,
Cecil Taylor,
Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron.
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.