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 Oman and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Goldenarms to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Curtis Mayfield. All the underground hits.
All Unrelated Segments tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quando Quango record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 harpsichord and a synthesizer 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 linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ituana,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Jandek,
Pagans,
The Searchers,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gang Starr,
E-Dancer,
Hasil Adkins,
Radiopuhelimet,
Erykah Badu,
Hoover,
Sugar Minott,
Crash Course in Science,
Yazoo,
Byron Stingily,
Basic Channel,
The Buckinghams,
L. Decosne,
The Fire Engines,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Anakelly,
Pylon,
The Modern Lovers,
Faust,
Traffic Nightmare,
New Age Steppers,
Arcadia,
Slick Rick,
The Last Poets,
The Skatalites,
Nick Fraelich,
Echospace,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Siglo XX,
In Retrospect,
Altered Images,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Amon Düül II,
Sound Behaviour,
The Angels of Light,
Rosa Yemen,
Tim Buckley,
Lightning Bolt,
Idris Muhammad,
Camouflage,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Oblivians,
DNA,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Crooked Eye,
The Selecter,
Eden Ahbez,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Josef K,
Vladislav Delay,
Tommy Roe,
Massinfluence,
Gang Green,
The Doors,
Flipper, Flipper, Flipper, Flipper.
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.