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 South Sudan and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 sitar 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 The Count Five to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity. All the underground hits.
All 48th St. Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 mellotron 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 linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Essential Logic,
Shuggie Otis,
Radio Birdman,
Brand Nubian,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Joensuu 1685,
a-ha,
Excepter,
The Busters,
The American Breed,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
K-Klass,
The Gories,
Gil Scott Heron,
Rakim,
Wasted Youth,
Au Pairs,
Roxy Music,
Peter and Kerry,
the Soft Cell,
Donny Hathaway,
Babytalk,
Tom Boy,
The Smiths,
Magma,
Rhythm & Sound,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Khruangbin,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Rapeman,
Darondo,
Eddi Front,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Knickerbockers,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Reuben Wilson,
Con Funk Shun,
the Swans,
Shoche,
Faraquet,
Todd Rundgren,
Chris Corsano,
Crooked Eye,
The Wake,
Deakin,
Brothers Johnson,
John Lydon,
Scratch Acid,
Crispy Ambulance,
Mantronix,
Intrusion,
Eurythmics,
Smog,
One Last Wish,
Black Flag,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Second Layer,
World's Most,
Janne Schatter,
Underground Resistance,
Thompson Twins,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish.
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.