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 Gabon and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Spokane.
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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the theremin 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 Angry Samoans to the rock 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 The Red Krayola. All the underground hits.
All Urselle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kaleidoscope record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Throbbing Gristle,
The Last Poets,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Electric Prunes,
Siglo XX,
The Mojo Men,
Matthew Halsall,
Yellowson,
Barclay James Harvest,
Maleditus Sound,
Harpers Bizarre,
La Düsseldorf,
Traffic Nightmare,
Make Up,
Visage,
Second Layer,
Hashim,
Max Romeo,
the Association,
The Monochrome Set,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Basic Channel,
Accadde A,
Fugazi,
Guru Guru,
Eve St. Jones,
Alison Limerick,
Average White Band,
The Fall,
Rod Modell,
Rapeman,
Gil Scott Heron,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Leaves,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Rakim,
Minnie Riperton,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Jawbox,
Audionom,
Cal Tjader,
Charles Mingus,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The United States of America,
The Moody Blues,
Blancmange,
Kaleidoscope,
Heaven 17,
The Cowsills,
Ituana,
Flipper,
Clear Light,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Leonard Cohen,
Von Mondo,
Chris Corsano,
Kenny Larkin,
Sam Rivers,
The Grass Roots,
Scratch Acid,
Ken Boothe,
The Knickerbockers,
Simply Red,
Radiohead,
Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich.
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.