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 Belgium and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the guitar 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 Stiv Bators to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band. All the underground hits.
All Tropical Tobacco tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every LL Cool J 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Teasers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Fraelich,
Y Pants,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Fall,
The Trojans,
Steve Hackett,
Dave Gahan,
The Blackbyrds,
Jeru the Damaja,
Surgeon,
Mo-Dettes,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Babytalk,
Nirvana,
Archie Shepp,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Infiniti,
Rotary Connection,
Al Stewart,
The Dave Clark Five,
Todd Rundgren,
Monks,
Pierre Henry,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Deadbeat,
FM Einheit,
Yazoo,
Eric Copeland,
Skaos,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Franke,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sandy B,
Magma,
Kenny Larkin,
Joe Smooth,
Stetsasonic,
Reagan Youth,
Ponytail,
Roxy Music,
Flamin' Groovies,
Nation of Ulysses,
Black Sheep,
Pantaleimon,
Oneida,
Altered Images,
The Divine Comedy,
10cc,
Talk Talk,
Terrestrial Tones,
The American Breed,
Liliput,
Tim Buckley,
Ultravox,
Interpol,
The Young Rascals,
Wolf Eyes,
Trumans Water,
Neil Young,
Morten Harket,
The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators.
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.