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 Dominica and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Arab on Radar to the punk 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 Sam Rivers. All the underground hits.
All Nils Olav tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oppenheimer Analysis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an oboe 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 an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jandek,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Roxette,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Black Bananas,
Nick Fraelich,
The Five Americans,
Sex Pistols,
Kaleidoscope,
The Skatalites,
X-102,
New Order,
H. Thieme,
Roger Hodgson,
Lalo Schifrin,
MC5,
the Germs,
The Victims,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Roy Ayers,
Ornette Coleman,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Jeru the Damaja,
DJ Style,
Eurythmics,
Deadbeat,
ABC,
Al Stewart,
June of 44,
Icehouse,
Simply Red,
Darondo,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Loose Ends,
L. Decosne,
The Sonics,
Scrapy,
The Barracudas,
The Selecter,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Wake,
Depeche Mode,
Newcleus,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Jacob Miller,
Rod Modell,
Iggy Pop,
Sarah Menescal,
Bootsy Collins,
Dave Gahan,
Zapp,
Unrelated Segments,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Magazine,
Wolf Eyes,
Cymande,
R.M.O.,
Index,
Arab on Radar,
Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners.
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.