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 Djibouti and from Mumbai.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 David Bowie 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Lee Hazlewood. All the underground hits.
All Lou Christie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barbara Tucker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 808 and a clarinet 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 theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Black Dice,
Jimmy McGriff,
Niagra,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Kaleidoscope,
H. Thieme,
Yaz,
Grauzone,
The Alarm Clocks,
Saccharine Trust,
Chris & Cosey,
Magazine,
Patti Smith,
Das Ding,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Zapp,
Gichy Dan,
Audionom,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Little Man,
Boredoms,
Alice Coltrane,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sun City Girls,
Fugazi,
Donny Hathaway,
DJ Sneak,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Gladiators,
The Beau Brummels,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
June Days,
Gang Gang Dance,
Henry Cow,
Fear,
A Certain Ratio,
Y Pants,
Electric Light Orchestra,
DNA,
The Five Americans,
Sonny Sharrock,
Rakim,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Los Fastidios,
Skaos,
Maleditus Sound,
Second Layer,
Arcadia,
The Stooges,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Theoretical Girls,
Lightning Bolt,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Pierre Henry,
Nico,
48th St. Collective,
Girls At Our Best!,
Mars,
Babytalk,
Lakeside,
Sister Nancy,
David McCallum,
Ludus,
The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers.
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.