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 Kosovo and from Lyon.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Eve St. Jones to the rock 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 Main Source. All the underground hits.
All The Royal Family And The Poor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lee Hazlewood 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dual Sessions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Parry Music,
Soft Cell,
Circle Jerks,
Eden Ahbez,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Mojo Men,
John Foxx,
The Mighty Diamonds,
John Coltrane,
Marc Almond,
Arthur Verocai,
Talk Talk,
The Velvet Underground,
The Leaves,
Rod Modell,
DJ Style,
Malaria!,
Fad Gadget,
E-Dancer,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ludus,
Fear,
James White and The Blacks,
Neil Young,
Camberwell Now,
D'Angelo,
Scan 7,
Mo-Dettes,
Goldenarms,
Blancmange,
Fluxion,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bill Wells,
ABBA,
The Pretty Things,
Stockholm Monsters,
Au Pairs,
Andrew Hill,
Minutemen,
Nils Olav,
Sun Ra,
LL Cool J,
Barclay James Harvest,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Slick Rick,
Kayak,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Modern Lovers,
Blake Baxter,
These Immortal Souls,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bill Near,
Livin' Joy,
The Gap Band,
Letta Mbulu,
David Bowie,
The Seeds,
Black Bananas,
Curtis Mayfield,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Joy Division,
Fat Boys,
The Residents,
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.