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 India and from Copenhagen.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Winnipeg.
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 Donald Fagen 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 Fort Wilson Riot to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sarah Menescal. All the underground hits.
All The Flesh Eaters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Trojans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zapp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Human League,
Thee Headcoats,
Soulsonic Force,
Barry Ungar,
Liliput,
Scrapy,
Minor Threat,
Eric B and Rakim,
Scratch Acid,
Radio Birdman,
Schoolly D,
T. Rex,
Laurel Aitken,
Country Teasers,
the Association,
Pere Ubu,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Amon Düül,
Bill Near,
Cecil Taylor,
The Beau Brummels,
Kayak,
The Remains,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Rapeman,
Fear,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gichy Dan,
Terrestrial Tones,
DJ Style,
The Barracudas,
Unrelated Segments,
Malaria!,
The Moody Blues,
Khruangbin,
Groovy Waters,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Martian,
Nico,
Outsiders,
Von Mondo,
Ronnie Foster,
The Fugs,
The Motions,
MC5,
Sam Rivers,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Funky Four + One,
Skaos,
Marvin Gaye,
Cybotron,
Bob Dylan,
Drive Like Jehu,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Young Rascals,
Buzzcocks,
Erykah Badu,
Bobby Byrd,
The Searchers,
the Swans,
Sight & Sound,
Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich.
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.