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 Slovenia and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Wasted Youth to the punk 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 Crooked Eye. All the underground hits.
All Fort Wilson Riot tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Shadows of Knight record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an oboe 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 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Suicide,
Stetsasonic,
Camouflage,
The Saints,
Leonard Cohen,
Henry Cow,
John Foxx,
The Blues Magoos,
Tom Boy,
Groovy Waters,
Yellowson,
Audionom,
Roxy Music,
Agitation Free,
Yaz,
Albert Ayler,
Glenn Branca,
Kurtis Blow,
Bluetip,
Kas Product,
Prince Buster,
Gerry Rafferty,
Outsiders,
Public Enemy,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Associates,
Banda Bassotti,
The Fuzztones,
Isaac Hayes,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Public Image Ltd.,
Rod Modell,
Little Man,
Maurizio,
Morten Harket,
Symarip,
Thompson Twins,
Freddie Wadling,
Todd Terry,
Bob Dylan,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sexual Harrassment,
Swans,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Quantec,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Toni Rubio,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Todd Rundgren,
Y Pants,
Sound Behaviour,
Whodini,
Stereo Dub,
F. McDonald,
Janne Schatter,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Stiv Bators,
Qualms,
Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango.
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.