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 Colombia and from Tokyo.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson to the funk 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 Todd Rundgren. All the underground hits.
All Stereo Dub tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Flock of Seagulls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 harpsichord and a snare 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 theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liliput,
The Leaves,
The Monks,
Altered Images,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Black Dice,
Marc Almond,
Cal Tjader,
Kerri Chandler,
Quadrant,
Piero Umiliani,
Scrapy,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bobby Womack,
Funky Four + One,
Tres Demented,
Au Pairs,
Ossler,
Andrew Hill,
Yaz,
The Slits,
Whodini,
The Invisible,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
the Sonics,
D'Angelo,
Excepter,
Lucky Dragons,
The Fugs,
The Mighty Diamonds,
EPMD,
The Standells,
June of 44,
Goldenarms,
Sonic Youth,
Underground Resistance,
Albert Ayler,
8 Eyed Spy,
the Slits,
Gastr Del Sol,
Camouflage,
Johnny Clarke,
Duran Duran,
T. Rex,
The Count Five,
The Residents,
Desert Stars,
KRS-One,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gong,
Flash Fearless,
L. Decosne,
Max Romeo,
U.S. Maple,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sun Ra,
The Detroit Cobras,
Television Personalities,
Boredoms,
The Moody Blues,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience.
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.