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 Bangladesh and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Shanghai.
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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Jeru the Damaja to the punk 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 Deepchord. All the underground hits.
All Isaac Hayes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 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 guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Althea and Donna,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Davy DMX,
Ronnie Foster,
Buzzcocks,
Tres Demented,
Prince Buster,
Nico,
The Gun Club,
James White and The Blacks,
Stereo Dub,
Electric Prunes,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Quadrant,
Procol Harum,
Model 500,
The Flesh Eaters,
Marine Girls,
Thompson Twins,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ossler,
DJ Style,
The Techniques,
Jeff Lynne,
Pantytec,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Zeros,
Mo-Dettes,
The Slackers,
China Crisis,
New Order,
Index,
Oneida,
Sällskapet,
Television,
Cybotron,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Black Bananas,
Ash Ra Tempel,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Quando Quango,
Suburban Knight,
Man Eating Sloth,
Tubeway Army,
Eric Copeland,
Wasted Youth,
Cheater Slicks,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Susan Cadogan,
The Misunderstood,
Black Pus,
Con Funk Shun,
June of 44,
The Count Five,
Stiv Bators,
The Gories,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Roy Ayers,
The Mummies,
The Monochrome Set,
Monolake, Monolake, Monolake, Monolake.
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.