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 Maldives and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Ice-T to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 This Heat. All the underground hits.
All The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Girls At Our Best! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro 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 arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Slits,
Quando Quango,
The Searchers,
PIL,
Pagans,
Hashim,
Simply Red,
Loose Ends,
The Cramps,
Darondo,
Wings,
Stockholm Monsters,
Mars,
Ten City,
The Litter,
Japan,
Panda Bear,
Curtis Mayfield,
Basic Channel,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Al Stewart,
Jeff Mills,
Henry Cow,
The Fugs,
the Normal,
Harpers Bizarre,
Barry Ungar,
Todd Rundgren,
8 Eyed Spy,
Jeru the Damaja,
Derrick Morgan,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Nik Kershaw,
Make Up,
Tubeway Army,
Bush Tetras,
Radiopuhelimet,
Max Romeo,
Amazonics,
Jimmy McGriff,
Thompson Twins,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Roxette,
Roxy Music,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Nas,
The Divine Comedy,
CMW,
Gichy Dan,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bobby Sherman,
Lalo Schifrin,
Letta Mbulu,
Chris Corsano,
The Move,
Swans,
Black Pus,
The Invisible,
Eurythmics,
Fat Boys,
The Blackbyrds,
Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young.
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.