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 Zimbabwe and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Urselle to the jazz 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 Kayak. All the underground hits.
All The Real Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every These Immortal Souls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cabaret Voltaire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Fraelich,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sandy B,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Black Dice,
Das Ding,
The Wake,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Mars,
Tropical Tobacco,
Radiohead,
Warsaw,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Arab on Radar,
Rites of Spring,
Patti Smith,
Scion,
Black Flag,
Jandek,
MDC,
Infiniti,
Porter Ricks,
K-Klass,
T. Rex,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ultravox,
the Normal,
DNA,
Basic Channel,
Silicon Teens,
Kerrie Biddell,
Joensuu 1685,
Soulsonic Force,
Tears for Fears,
Suicide,
Mark Hollis,
The Mojo Men,
Yaz,
Byron Stingily,
Soul Sonic Force,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Blues Magoos,
Shuggie Otis,
The Grass Roots,
the Swans,
Aswad,
David McCallum,
OOIOO,
The Walker Brothers,
Derrick Morgan,
Morten Harket,
Anthony Braxton,
Ituana,
The Knickerbockers,
John Holt,
Little Man,
Glenn Branca,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Eli Mardock,
Kool Moe Dee,
Heaven 17,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover.
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.