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 Kosovo and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Eurythmics to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Scrapy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Idris Muhammad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Max Romeo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ituana,
Oneida,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Cameo,
ABC,
Warsaw,
The Modern Lovers,
The Barracudas,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lebanon Hanover,
T.S.O.L.,
The Invisible,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Brothers Johnson,
Suburban Knight,
Johnny Osbourne,
Carl Craig,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Gladiators,
Lakeside,
Cluster,
F. McDonald,
These Immortal Souls,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Jeff Lynne,
Bush Tetras,
Aaron Thompson,
The Blues Magoos,
Black Flag,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Five Americans,
Half Japanese,
Gichy Dan,
Pagans,
Motorama,
The Dirtbombs,
Freddie Wadling,
Glambeats Corp.,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sly & The Family Stone,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bob Dylan,
Patti Smith,
Pierre Henry,
The Stooges,
Pulsallama,
Crime,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Mary Jane Girls,
Massinfluence,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Happenings,
LL Cool J,
The Sonics,
Rekid,
Cecil Taylor,
Masters at Work,
The Red Krayola,
The Kinks,
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.