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 Kiribati and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Brand Nubian to the grime 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 Cure. All the underground hits.
All Frankie Knuckles tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every It's A Beautiful Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator 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 a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heaven 17,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Nirvana,
Fort Wilson Riot,
PIL,
Franke,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Mummies,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Kaleidoscope,
Jeff Mills,
Sarah Menescal,
Q and Not U,
Fugazi,
Con Funk Shun,
Suicide,
The Knickerbockers,
Neu!,
Radio Birdman,
Ten City,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Minor Threat,
Brothers Johnson,
Flipper,
Max Romeo,
Janne Schatter,
Country Teasers,
Byron Stingily,
David Bowie,
Malaria!,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gastr Del Sol,
Nils Olav,
Lower 48,
Ohio Players,
Letta Mbulu,
Quantec,
Erykah Badu,
Mantronix,
Terrestrial Tones,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
New Age Steppers,
Gil Scott Heron,
DJ Sneak,
Babytalk,
The Selecter,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Jerry's Kids,
F. McDonald,
Nick Fraelich,
Dead Boys,
The Tremeloes,
Sun Ra,
Prince Buster,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Thee Headcoats,
Swell Maps,
Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman.
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.