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 Czech Republic and from Edmonton.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Scott Walker 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 Erykah Badu. All the underground hits.
All Lonnie Liston Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every R.M.O. 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord 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 an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arab on Radar,
Laurel Aitken,
Barry Ungar,
The Standells,
Camouflage,
Jeru the Damaja,
Scientists,
The Sound,
Fad Gadget,
Flash Fearless,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Invisible,
Agent Orange,
Junior Murvin,
Quando Quango,
Grey Daturas,
Ronnie Foster,
the Normal,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lebanon Hanover,
the Soft Cell,
ABBA,
Sugar Minott,
Colin Newman,
Amon Düül II,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ten City,
The Five Americans,
The Tremeloes,
The Knickerbockers,
The Moody Blues,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Boredoms,
Gang Green,
The Wake,
Trumans Water,
The Skatalites,
Organ,
Brand Nubian,
Qualms,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Index,
Minutemen,
Audionom,
Judy Mowatt,
The Human League,
Banda Bassotti,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sister Nancy,
a-ha,
Mad Mike,
Max Romeo,
Tres Demented,
A Certain Ratio,
Mark Hollis,
Reagan Youth,
Negative Approach,
The Monks,
Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond.
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.