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 France and from Edmonton.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 CMW to the grime 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago. All the underground hits.
All Gary Puckett & The Union Gap tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drexciya record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet 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 güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Procol Harum,
Cybotron,
Glambeats Corp.,
the Bar-Kays,
The Dirtbombs,
The Cramps,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Crime,
Peter & Gordon,
Popol Vuh,
Rotary Connection,
Morten Harket,
Fifty Foot Hose,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Monks,
Sugar Minott,
Brick,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bobby Womack,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Alton Ellis,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Tremeloes,
Cameo,
Traffic Nightmare,
Public Image Ltd.,
Shoche,
Nick Fraelich,
Television,
Josef K,
Liliput,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
D'Angelo,
Bang On A Can,
Television Personalities,
Toni Rubio,
Theoretical Girls,
Ralphi Rosario,
Model 500,
China Crisis,
The Monochrome Set,
Boogie Down Productions,
Supertramp,
Gang of Four,
The Names,
The Gladiators,
Average White Band,
DJ Sneak,
The Moody Blues,
Khruangbin,
LL Cool J,
Reuben Wilson,
Schoolly D,
Los Fastidios,
Ken Boothe,
Lyres,
Lee Hazlewood,
Connie Case,
Sister Nancy,
Skaos,
Wings,
The Searchers,
The Human League, The Human League, The Human League, The Human League.
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.