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 New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Grass Roots to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Louis and Bebe Barron. All the underground hits.
All D'Angelo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Motorama 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Divine Comedy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June of 44,
Peter and Kerry,
Janne Schatter,
Reagan Youth,
Zapp,
Steve Hackett,
The Stooges,
Wolf Eyes,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Joy Division,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Roger Hodgson,
David Axelrod,
L. Decosne,
Joyce Sims,
Rites of Spring,
Eden Ahbez,
The Gap Band,
Chris Corsano,
The Fuzztones,
The Mummies,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Wally Richardson,
Ludus,
Barry Ungar,
Model 500,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Yaz,
Hashim,
The New Christs,
T.S.O.L.,
Niagra,
ABBA,
Parry Music,
Hardrive,
Q65,
World's Most,
Aural Exciters,
Faust,
Scratch Acid,
Aloha Tigers,
Sound Behaviour,
Angry Samoans,
Aaron Thompson,
Easy Going,
U.S. Maple,
Laurel Aitken,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Massinfluence,
Joey Negro,
Warren Ellis,
the Germs,
The Young Rascals,
the Human League,
Bootsy Collins,
Crispian St. Peters,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Eric Copeland,
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.