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 Guyana 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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the snare 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 Country Teasers to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 H. Thieme. All the underground hits.
All Siouxsie and the Banshees tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moleskins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare 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 arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Whodini,
The Happenings,
Maurizio,
Crime,
James White and The Blacks,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Clear Light,
Masters at Work,
Eric Copeland,
DNA,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Cramps,
the Swans,
Animal Collective,
Dave Gahan,
The Barracudas,
Model 500,
The Count Five,
Sixth Finger,
Pussy Galore,
the Germs,
Charles Mingus,
Michelle Simonal,
Alphaville,
Soft Machine,
The Remains,
Donny Hathaway,
The Vogues,
a-ha,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Zeros,
Eddi Front,
Pantaleimon,
The Index,
Ronan,
LL Cool J,
Al Stewart,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Pere Ubu,
The Divine Comedy,
Lou Christie,
Glenn Branca,
Sonic Youth,
Make Up,
Brass Construction,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Drive Like Jehu,
Skriet,
OOIOO,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Dave Clark Five,
Neu!,
John Foxx,
Hot Snakes,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Fall,
The Fugs,
Erasure,
Black Moon,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
F. McDonald,
Country Teasers,
The Toasters,
Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case.
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.