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 Tajikistan and from Milan.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Wally Richardson to the electroclash 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 Harry Pussy. All the underground hits.
All Justin Hinds & The Dominoes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Urselle record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Procol Harum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Stooges,
Freddie Wadling,
The Standells,
Althea and Donna,
Hoover,
Johnny Clarke,
Youth Brigade,
Tommy Roe,
The Techniques,
Bizarre Inc.,
Alice Coltrane,
Stockholm Monsters,
Peter and Kerry,
Cal Tjader,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Massinfluence,
The Sound,
Minor Threat,
Anthony Braxton,
Tom Boy,
Scott Walker,
B.T. Express,
the Normal,
Bauhaus,
Rufus Thomas,
Angry Samoans,
Eric B and Rakim,
Colin Newman,
Ituana,
Rites of Spring,
Talk Talk,
Soulsonic Force,
cv313,
Khruangbin,
Black Sheep,
The Knickerbockers,
Simply Red,
One Last Wish,
Deakin,
Kayak,
Wasted Youth,
Pet Shop Boys,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gang Green,
The Busters,
Sällskapet,
Make Up,
The Misunderstood,
Y Pants,
Robert Hood,
Derrick May,
Donny Hathaway,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Rosa Yemen,
The United States of America,
Grey Daturas,
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.