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 Micronesia and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 spring reverb 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 The Monochrome Set to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Make Up. All the underground hits.
All The Velvet Underground tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Howard Jones 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobbi Humphrey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool Moe Dee,
The Modern Lovers,
Susan Cadogan,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Index,
MC5,
Joe Finger,
The Litter,
Q and Not U,
The Five Americans,
Eric B and Rakim,
Erykah Badu,
Avey Tare,
Deadbeat,
The Electric Prunes,
The Sonics,
Circle Jerks,
Chrome,
Gang Starr,
Audionom,
Agent Orange,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Dark Day,
Mr. Review,
Black Bananas,
Leonard Cohen,
Alison Limerick,
Terrestrial Tones,
Au Pairs,
Nico,
Drive Like Jehu,
E-Dancer,
Thee Headcoats,
Jeff Lynne,
Dorothy Ashby,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Babytalk,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Duran Duran,
Delta 5,
John Foxx,
Robert Görl,
Freddie Wadling,
Clear Light,
The Velvet Underground,
Sex Pistols,
Country Teasers,
Cluster,
Radio Birdman,
Moebius,
Nirvana,
X-101,
Fatback Band,
The Red Krayola,
A Certain Ratio,
Siglo XX,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Arthur Verocai,
The Moleskins,
Erasure,
Kayak,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
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.