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 Croatia and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Bill Wells to the rap 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 Vainqueur. All the underground hits.
All Animal Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dorothy Ashby 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Graham Central Station record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roger Hodgson,
The Offenders,
Morten Harket,
Blancmange,
Lungfish,
Avey Tare,
Deepchord,
Mr. Review,
Stereo Dub,
Absolute Body Control,
Subhumans,
Television Personalities,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lou Christie,
The Monks,
Schoolly D,
Qualms,
Deakin,
Maleditus Sound,
Godley & Creme,
KRS-One,
the Fania All-Stars,
EPMD,
Soft Machine,
The Monochrome Set,
Can,
The Modern Lovers,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Gun Club,
Bill Near,
MDC,
Main Source,
Excepter,
The Martian,
Pantaleimon,
Sonic Youth,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Girls At Our Best!,
Yusef Lateef,
Arcadia,
The Music Machine,
Skaos,
Sandy B,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Aswad,
Erykah Badu,
Clear Light,
Interpol,
The Busters,
Scott Walker,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
T. Rex,
Sparks,
Dennis Brown,
Mantronix,
Grauzone,
Porter Ricks,
Peter and Kerry,
Fela Kuti,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Shoche,
The Red Krayola,
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.