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 Antigua and from New York.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 clarinet 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 Vainqueur to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Unwound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Buzzcocks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 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 a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Offenders,
Newcleus,
Fad Gadget,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bluetip,
The Tremeloes,
Ohio Players,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Rakim,
The Buckinghams,
Barrington Levy,
The Velvet Underground,
Roy Ayers,
Jacob Miller,
Yellowson,
Lebanon Hanover,
Loose Ends,
Wolf Eyes,
Schoolly D,
Mark Hollis,
Monolake,
DNA,
Thompson Twins,
Pylon,
Aloha Tigers,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lou Reed,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Derrick May,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Remains,
World's Most,
Pussy Galore,
Delta 5,
Black Bananas,
Nico,
Fugazi,
Amon Düül II,
LL Cool J,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bill Wells,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Fugs,
Drive Like Jehu,
Au Pairs,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
E-Dancer,
Glenn Branca,
Alton Ellis,
The Slits,
Radiopuhelimet,
Cabaret Voltaire,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Brass Construction,
Radio Birdman,
Japan,
Nation of Ulysses,
a-ha,
Alice Coltrane,
T.S.O.L.,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The J.B.'s,
Absolute Body Control,
Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco.
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.