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 Switzerland and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 London and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 ABBA to the funk 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 Scrapy. All the underground hits.
All Arcadia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mary Jane Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 theremin and a snare 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 synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sly & The Family Stone,
Todd Terry,
The Motions,
The Young Rascals,
Traffic Nightmare,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Joyce Sims,
Robert Görl,
Brass Construction,
Bush Tetras,
In Retrospect,
The Searchers,
the Swans,
Con Funk Shun,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Visage,
CMW,
Reuben Wilson,
Little Man,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Freddie Wadling,
Black Sheep,
Brick,
Erykah Badu,
The Dave Clark Five,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sister Nancy,
Soft Machine,
Simply Red,
June of 44,
Radiohead,
The Fall,
The Leaves,
The Gap Band,
Negative Approach,
The Wake,
Flipper,
Mark Hollis,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Deadbeat,
Q and Not U,
Black Bananas,
Hasil Adkins,
The Busters,
Amon Düül,
David Bowie,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Alarm Clocks,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Funkadelic,
the Sonics,
Bobby Womack,
Alice Coltrane,
Sexual Harrassment,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Dawn Penn,
Danielle Patucci,
China Crisis,
The Evens,
Dave Gahan,
Kevin Saunderson,
Agent Orange,
Lightning Bolt,
The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers.
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.