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 Ethiopia and from Jakarta.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
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 Heavy D & The Boyz 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 Bush Tetras. All the underground hits.
All Ituana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terror Squad Feat. Camron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 theremin and a 808 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 a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Los Fastidios,
Tears for Fears,
Jeff Lynne,
Make Up,
The Kinks,
Gil Scott Heron,
Girls At Our Best!,
Idris Muhammad,
Gang Gang Dance,
Swans,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Nation of Ulysses,
Curtis Mayfield,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Erykah Badu,
Banda Bassotti,
Shuggie Otis,
The Toasters,
Slick Rick,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Fluxion,
Avey Tare,
Sexual Harrassment,
Qualms,
Eddi Front,
Chris & Cosey,
Nico,
U.S. Maple,
Nas,
the Bar-Kays,
Delon & Dalcan,
Trumans Water,
K-Klass,
The Busters,
Cymande,
Motorama,
David Axelrod,
Chrome,
Deepchord,
Colin Newman,
Lucky Dragons,
Arcadia,
Bad Manners,
Nik Kershaw,
Glenn Branca,
Gang Starr,
Cal Tjader,
The Gap Band,
Grandmaster Flash,
Reagan Youth,
New Age Steppers,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Pulsallama,
Soul II Soul,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Swell Maps,
The Angels of Light,
Flipper,
Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins.
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.