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 Libya and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Yellowson to the disco 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 The Tremeloes. All the underground hits.
All Pole tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum 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?
Country Teasers,
Yusef Lateef,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lalann,
The Cowsills,
Throbbing Gristle,
Au Pairs,
Robert Wyatt,
Robert Hood,
Royal Trux,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Sound,
The Fugs,
Lightning Bolt,
X-101,
The Move,
New Age Steppers,
Duran Duran,
The Misunderstood,
The Smoke,
Japan,
The Young Rascals,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Black Dice,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ken Boothe,
Essential Logic,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ronnie Foster,
The Grass Roots,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Gap Band,
Todd Terry,
Camouflage,
The Wake,
Nik Kershaw,
Joensuu 1685,
Model 500,
Bauhaus,
Drexciya,
Boredoms,
Jeff Mills,
Y Pants,
Kayak,
Alphaville,
The Offenders,
The Leaves,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Cecil Taylor,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Little Man,
The Remains,
The Doors,
Unwound,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Mission of Burma,
Barclay James Harvest,
Icehouse,
Swell Maps,
Pussy Galore,
Roxette, Roxette, Roxette, Roxette.
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.