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 Romania and from Sao Paulo.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 a-ha to the rap 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 Lou Reed. All the underground hits.
All The Last Poets tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispy Ambulance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar 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 oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Von Mondo,
Traffic Nightmare,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Cameo,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Smoke,
Malaria!,
Bang On A Can,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Popol Vuh,
The Slits,
Maleditus Sound,
Cal Tjader,
kango's stein massive,
Zapp,
Bob Dylan,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Robert Görl,
Depeche Mode,
Alice Coltrane,
Lou Christie,
Bobby Hutcherson,
the Fania All-Stars,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Donald Byrd,
Fad Gadget,
Flash Fearless,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Angels of Light,
Outsiders,
Can,
Susan Cadogan,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Q65,
The Seeds,
the Soft Cell,
The Fall,
Monolake,
Minutemen,
Bluetip,
Young Marble Giants,
Nation of Ulysses,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
One Last Wish,
MC5,
The Red Krayola,
Inner City,
FM Einheit,
Dark Day,
Country Teasers,
David Axelrod,
Warren Ellis,
Public Enemy,
Kerri Chandler,
Flamin' Groovies,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Nico, Nico, Nico, Nico.
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.