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 Ghana and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 guitar 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 Be Bop Deluxe to the electroclash 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 The New Christs. All the underground hits.
All Bronski Beat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Depeche Mode 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fad Gadget record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
E-Dancer,
Wally Richardson,
Jandek,
Make Up,
Barry Ungar,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Kaleidoscope,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Patti Smith,
the Human League,
The Invisible,
Beasts of Bourbon,
a-ha,
The Litter,
Brass Construction,
Barclay James Harvest,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Stiv Bators,
Joy Division,
Darondo,
Can,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Beau Brummels,
The Pop Group,
Brick,
Eurythmics,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Slits,
Delta 5,
Guru Guru,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Terry Callier,
Crooked Eye,
Crime,
Grey Daturas,
Electric Prunes,
Scientists,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bizarre Inc.,
Tubeway Army,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
kango's stein massive,
Minny Pops,
Angry Samoans,
The Fortunes,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Country Teasers,
Moby Grape,
Bad Manners,
Sex Pistols,
Bobby Hutcherson,
A Certain Ratio,
Franke,
The Slackers,
Faraquet,
The Durutti Column,
Goldenarms,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Tom Boy,
Hardrive,
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.