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 Saudi Arabia and from Copenhagen.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Deepchord to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Eurythmics. All the underground hits.
All Vainqueur tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cybotron 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin 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 synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The American Breed,
The Vogues,
Masters at Work,
Soul II Soul,
Rhythm & Sound,
Matthew Bourne,
Pagans,
The Fuzztones,
The Litter,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gang of Four,
Pantytec,
Boz Scaggs,
Max Romeo,
Negative Approach,
Rotary Connection,
Tom Boy,
Rakim,
Yellowson,
The Techniques,
Cameo,
Derrick Morgan,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Marvin Gaye,
Little Man,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Dual Sessions,
Joensuu 1685,
Bizarre Inc.,
Simply Red,
Boogie Down Productions,
Minutemen,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Public Image Ltd.,
Rosa Yemen,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lindisfarne,
Depeche Mode,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Connie Case,
Marshall Jefferson,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bill Wells,
Cecil Taylor,
ABBA,
Kool Moe Dee,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The United States of America,
JFA,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Isaac Hayes,
Whodini,
Intrusion,
Siglo XX,
Lebanon Hanover,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Brothers Johnson,
Deakin,
Gerry Rafferty,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Byron Stingily,
Electric Prunes,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks.
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.