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 Laos and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Kings Of Tomorrow to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Cheater Slicks. All the underground hits.
All Kool G Rap & DJ Polo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Womack record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord 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 guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ralphi Rosario,
The Mojo Men,
the Fania All-Stars,
Mandrill,
Jesper Dahlback,
Jeff Lynne,
Electric Prunes,
Oblivians,
World's Most,
Theoretical Girls,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
In Retrospect,
Subhumans,
Lungfish,
Arthur Verocai,
Pylon,
Andrew Hill,
The Cowsills,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Alphaville,
B.T. Express,
Khruangbin,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Slits,
Fatback Band,
A Certain Ratio,
Outsiders,
The Names,
Underground Resistance,
Prince Buster,
Chris & Cosey,
The Doors,
Bad Manners,
Davy DMX,
Connie Case,
The Mummies,
the Germs,
Desert Stars,
Nation of Ulysses,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
These Immortal Souls,
CMW,
Maleditus Sound,
The Modern Lovers,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
D'Angelo,
The Smoke,
Robert Görl,
Can,
Althea and Donna,
Rites of Spring,
Nico,
Robert Wyatt,
This Heat,
Idris Muhammad,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Knickerbockers,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Faraquet,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Invisible,
Gabor Szabo,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz.
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.