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 Delhi.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Sex Pistols to the dance 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 Sun Ra. All the underground hits.
All the Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalann record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin 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 organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Leonard Cohen,
The Alarm Clocks,
Aaron Thompson,
Neil Young,
Thompson Twins,
Janne Schatter,
Drive Like Jehu,
Peter and Kerry,
Silicon Teens,
The Saints,
Magazine,
The Five Americans,
Fatback Band,
Robert Hood,
Wolf Eyes,
Mantronix,
Man Eating Sloth,
June of 44,
Dave Gahan,
The Count Five,
The Zeros,
The Doobie Brothers,
Depeche Mode,
Crime,
Todd Rundgren,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Litter,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Invisible,
Lou Reed,
10cc,
Second Layer,
Animal Collective,
Rod Modell,
Arcadia,
Sex Pistols,
The Gap Band,
Lyres,
Delon & Dalcan,
Nirvana,
Hasil Adkins,
UT,
MDC,
Blossom Toes,
a-ha,
T. Rex,
The Cowsills,
Gang Starr,
Q and Not U,
June Days,
The Detroit Cobras,
Outsiders,
Inner City,
The Stooges,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ken Boothe,
The Walker Brothers,
The Motions,
Au Pairs,
Severed Heads,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell.
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.