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 Zambia and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Skatalites to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Durutti Column. All the underground hits.
All The Cramps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blackbyrds 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ 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 spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lee Hazlewood,
Sun City Girls,
The Associates,
One Last Wish,
Wasted Youth,
Icehouse,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Soul Sonic Force,
Slave,
Wally Richardson,
Khruangbin,
E-Dancer,
Tears for Fears,
Lalann,
Moebius,
Model 500,
Letta Mbulu,
Agitation Free,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Jeff Lynne,
the Sonics,
Brass Construction,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Gladiators,
Blancmange,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Magma,
Neu!,
ABBA,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Man Eating Sloth,
Tommy Roe,
The Moleskins,
Whodini,
Simply Red,
Jacques Brel,
The Durutti Column,
LL Cool J,
Goldenarms,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Crooked Eye,
Inner City,
Harmonia,
Skaos,
the Slits,
Wire,
Kevin Saunderson,
Monks,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Talk Talk,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Walker Brothers,
Lindisfarne,
Severed Heads,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bronski Beat,
T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L..
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.