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 Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Sister Nancy to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks. All the underground hits.
All June Days tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cal Tjader record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reagan Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
PIL,
Skaos,
Amon Düül,
Grey Daturas,
Sonic Youth,
Circle Jerks,
The Sound,
Dead Boys,
Wire,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Electric Light Orchestra,
La Düsseldorf,
Radio Birdman,
Soulsonic Force,
Fat Boys,
Black Sheep,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
China Crisis,
48th St. Collective,
Shuggie Otis,
The Barracudas,
Funkadelic,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Monks,
D'Angelo,
Agitation Free,
The Mojo Men,
Electric Prunes,
MDC,
The Toasters,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Gun Club,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ken Boothe,
Saccharine Trust,
Rekid,
Whodini,
David McCallum,
Flipper,
Lower 48,
Ronan,
Absolute Body Control,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Roxy Music,
The Smiths,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Goldenarms,
Yaz,
Reagan Youth,
World's Most,
Ornette Coleman,
In Retrospect,
DJ Style,
The Standells,
Barbara Tucker,
Kenny Larkin,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ludus,
Big Daddy Kane,
Alphaville,
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.