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 Indonesia and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 linndrum 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 Public Image Ltd. to the rock 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 Chris & Cosey. All the underground hits.
All The Dirtbombs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kevin Saunderson 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 an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ken Boothe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glambeats Corp.,
Urselle,
Royal Trux,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Das Ding,
Jimmy McGriff,
Agent Orange,
Index,
Unwound,
OOIOO,
the Sonics,
The Gun Club,
Model 500,
FM Einheit,
Y Pants,
Slick Rick,
Boredoms,
Cal Tjader,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Robert Hood,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
David McCallum,
EPMD,
The Modern Lovers,
The Vogues,
Simply Red,
Charles Mingus,
Tropical Tobacco,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Eurythmics,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
the Association,
Minor Threat,
Hasil Adkins,
Mandrill,
Infiniti,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Section 25,
Lalann,
Television,
Ituana,
Lungfish,
Symarip,
John Coltrane,
Supertramp,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Terry Callier,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
La Düsseldorf,
Ornette Coleman,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Gap Band,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Count Five,
Public Enemy,
Laurel Aitken,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Thompson Twins,
Trumans Water,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
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.