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 Lesotho and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 synthesizer 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 Be Bop Deluxe 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 Skriet. All the underground hits.
All Trumans Water tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Buckinghams record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stiv Bators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Fraelich,
Sun City Girls,
Wings,
The Count Five,
The Angels of Light,
Camberwell Now,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Hoover,
Moss Icon,
Mr. Review,
Second Layer,
Crash Course in Science,
In Retrospect,
Hasil Adkins,
the Soft Cell,
The Mojo Men,
Gerry Rafferty,
D'Angelo,
Bootsy Collins,
the Human League,
Infiniti,
Eden Ahbez,
The Detroit Cobras,
Reuben Wilson,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
MC5,
The Pop Group,
Dennis Brown,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Fugs,
T. Rex,
Dark Day,
Marvin Gaye,
FM Einheit,
Gang Green,
Smog,
The Smiths,
Quantec,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
John Foxx,
Guru Guru,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Joe Smooth,
Vainqueur,
Cheater Slicks,
Metal Thangz,
Godley & Creme,
The Sound,
Flipper,
Schoolly D,
Deakin,
PIL,
Con Funk Shun,
Duran Duran,
Dead Boys,
Au Pairs,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Electric Prunes,
Donny Hathaway,
The Toasters,
48th St. Collective,
The Human League,
Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman.
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.