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 Kazakhstan and from New York.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and London.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Fugs to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Nirvana. All the underground hits.
All Ludus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin 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 a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Litter,
the Bar-Kays,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Traffic Nightmare,
Easy Going,
Camouflage,
Thompson Twins,
Wally Richardson,
Ronan,
The Gap Band,
Joe Smooth,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Saints,
Gong,
Fugazi,
Deepchord,
Bronski Beat,
OOIOO,
The Moleskins,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Can,
Jeff Mills,
The Durutti Column,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Charles Mingus,
Warren Ellis,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Adolescents,
Iggy Pop,
Television,
Main Source,
The Names,
Stiv Bators,
Freddie Wadling,
The Grass Roots,
Outsiders,
Terry Callier,
Andrew Hill,
Archie Shepp,
Chris & Cosey,
T. Rex,
Mo-Dettes,
Aaron Thompson,
Patti Smith,
Anakelly,
Cal Tjader,
Quando Quango,
Youth Brigade,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Man Parrish,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
H. Thieme,
Sexual Harrassment,
Index,
Kerrie Biddell,
Section 25,
Mission of Burma,
Massinfluence,
Cymande,
Black Sheep,
Intrusion,
Cheater Slicks,
Depeche Mode,
Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy.
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.