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 Malawi and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 Hong Kong and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Marvin Gaye to the disco 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 Alison Limerick. All the underground hits.
All Prince Buster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reuben Wilson 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Freddie Wadling record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Simply Red,
Sarah Menescal,
Maleditus Sound,
Bob Dylan,
Eyeless In Gaza,
48th St. Collective,
Sonic Youth,
D'Angelo,
Agitation Free,
Camouflage,
Iggy Pop,
Ituana,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Supertramp,
Tubeway Army,
John Foxx,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Residents,
Deakin,
Cecil Taylor,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Spoonie Gee,
Ken Boothe,
Crispian St. Peters,
Max Romeo,
Cymande,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Infiniti,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Remains,
Index,
Dorothy Ashby,
Brass Construction,
The Detroit Cobras,
Surgeon,
Lalann,
Drive Like Jehu,
Newcleus,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
World's Most,
Don Cherry,
Silicon Teens,
John Coltrane,
Johnny Clarke,
Marmalade,
Henry Cow,
E-Dancer,
Jacques Brel,
Accadde A,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
These Immortal Souls,
Black Flag,
Radio Birdman,
The Toasters,
Erykah Badu,
The Stooges,
Albert Ayler,
The Red Krayola,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sister Nancy,
Funky Four + One,
Brothers Johnson,
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.