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 Bolivia and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Lightning Bolt to the jazz 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 The Men They Couldn't Hang. All the underground hits.
All The Monochrome Set tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bad Manners record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythm & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brand Nubian,
Subhumans,
Shuggie Otis,
The Smoke,
Chris & Cosey,
Icehouse,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Marcia Griffiths,
Faust,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Rites of Spring,
B.T. Express,
Rekid,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Angels of Light,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
FM Einheit,
Lalann,
Tropical Tobacco,
Darondo,
Whodini,
Lungfish,
Jacob Miller,
Swans,
ABC,
OOIOO,
Alison Limerick,
Loose Ends,
The Durutti Column,
Fatback Band,
Soft Cell,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Mad Mike,
Essential Logic,
Eli Mardock,
Bill Wells,
Eden Ahbez,
10cc,
Neil Young,
Lyres,
The Gories,
The Associates,
Glambeats Corp.,
New York Dolls,
Grey Daturas,
cv313,
Desert Stars,
Throbbing Gristle,
Inner City,
Electric Prunes,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Zeros,
Cymande,
PIL,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Smiths,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Kurtis Blow,
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.