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 Spain and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Copenhagen.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Leaves to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All Maurizio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June of 44 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar 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 linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bauhaus,
China Crisis,
Popol Vuh,
Livin' Joy,
The Trojans,
Kas Product,
Amazonics,
John Cale,
Sixth Finger,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Boogie Down Productions,
Warren Ellis,
Monolake,
Lindisfarne,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Grandmaster Flash,
Inner City,
Agitation Free,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Hot Snakes,
The Smiths,
Blancmange,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Joe Smooth,
Ten City,
Au Pairs,
Drexciya,
Intrusion,
Supertramp,
The Happenings,
Technova,
Gabor Szabo,
New Order,
Gerry Rafferty,
Warsaw,
Jerry's Kids,
Animal Collective,
Swans,
Nico,
Terrestrial Tones,
Marmalade,
Ken Boothe,
Tommy Roe,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Seeds,
Nick Fraelich,
Pole,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Last Poets,
Crispian St. Peters,
Wally Richardson,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ice-T,
The Stooges,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Fire Engines,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Dave Gahan,
Lyres, Lyres, Lyres, Lyres.
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.