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 Saudi Arabia and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Can to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Soulsonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Ludus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sunsets and Hearts record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 harpsichord and a marimba 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 guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Popol Vuh,
Eddi Front,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Big Daddy Kane,
Pantytec,
Smog,
Patti Smith,
Funkadelic,
Fluxion,
Soulsonic Force,
Shuggie Otis,
Stetsasonic,
Scan 7,
a-ha,
Adolescents,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Quadrant,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Skaos,
Hardrive,
Thee Headcoats,
the Soft Cell,
The Cure,
Donald Byrd,
Harmonia,
Godley & Creme,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Al Stewart,
Frankie Knuckles,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Slick Rick,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Moleskins,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
cv313,
Chris & Cosey,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Hashim,
New Age Steppers,
John Lydon,
The Fortunes,
Barrington Levy,
Alice Coltrane,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Easy Going,
Suburban Knight,
Joey Negro,
8 Eyed Spy,
Flipper,
Rekid,
Amon Düül II,
Albert Ayler,
Joy Division,
Morten Harket,
UT,
Rufus Thomas,
Wally Richardson,
Janne Schatter,
Marc Almond,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lou Reed,
Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth.
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.