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 Hungary and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 mellotron 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 H. Thieme to the jazz 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 the Fania All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Jerry's Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eurythmics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hoover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Techniques,
the Fania All-Stars,
Radiopuhelimet,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Doors,
Danielle Patucci,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Infiniti,
Juan Atkins,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Morten Harket,
Pantaleimon,
The Neon Judgement,
Glenn Branca,
Nico,
The Raincoats,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Cybotron,
F. McDonald,
June of 44,
Alison Limerick,
Todd Terry,
Stiv Bators,
Angry Samoans,
Underground Resistance,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Saints,
the Swans,
Kas Product,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Gories,
Barbara Tucker,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Index,
Radiohead,
Drexciya,
The Toasters,
John Foxx,
48th St. Collective,
John Cale,
Cluster,
Chrome,
Lyres,
Amazonics,
Tomorrow,
Jandek,
Wasted Youth,
the Germs,
Slick Rick,
Banda Bassotti,
Eric Dolphy,
Groovy Waters,
Circle Jerks,
June Days,
Scott Walker,
Minutemen,
Hardrive,
The Martian,
Black Moon,
Rakim,
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.