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 Calgary.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk. All the underground hits.
All Oblivians tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minutemen 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 güiro and an organ 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 oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minutemen,
China Crisis,
Metal Thangz,
Minor Threat,
Deakin,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ultimate Spinach,
The New Christs,
Faraquet,
Kenny Larkin,
Steve Hackett,
Blossom Toes,
Young Marble Giants,
This Heat,
Mandrill,
E-Dancer,
Gang of Four,
The Mummies,
Fear,
Dorothy Ashby,
Warsaw,
Warren Ellis,
Neu!,
Public Image Ltd.,
Graham Central Station,
Josef K,
Hot Snakes,
Amon Düül,
Roy Ayers,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Remains,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Rekid,
Gabor Szabo,
Echospace,
The Raincoats,
The Blackbyrds,
The Golliwogs,
Animal Collective,
Donny Hathaway,
10cc,
Aural Exciters,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Oblivians,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Star Department,
Radiohead,
Curtis Mayfield,
Nils Olav,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Zeros,
Ossler,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ken Boothe,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Stockholm Monsters,
New York Dolls,
Aswad,
Moby Grape,
Mad Mike,
Kerri Chandler,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Visage, Visage, Visage, Visage.
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.