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 Egypt and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 Manila and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Vogues to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell. All the underground hits.
All The Mojo Men tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warren Ellis 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camberwell Now record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Franke,
The Cure,
Thee Headcoats,
Porter Ricks,
KRS-One,
Mantronix,
Nik Kershaw,
The Durutti Column,
the Human League,
Aural Exciters,
Mo-Dettes,
Jandek,
Althea and Donna,
Severed Heads,
DJ Style,
Davy DMX,
Funkadelic,
Gang Starr,
Easy Going,
Echospace,
John Cale,
Amon Düül II,
Unrelated Segments,
Ornette Coleman,
Roy Ayers,
Toni Rubio,
T.S.O.L.,
The Barracudas,
Smog,
Skriet,
The Fortunes,
Harmonia,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Nico,
The Remains,
Swell Maps,
Stereo Dub,
Alphaville,
Letta Mbulu,
Eurythmics,
DNA,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Brass Construction,
The Dave Clark Five,
Josef K,
Pantytec,
Unwound,
Warsaw,
The Gladiators,
Vainqueur,
Bob Dylan,
Charles Mingus,
Minny Pops,
Michelle Simonal,
Max Romeo,
Monolake,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Residents,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Happenings,
The Leaves,
OOIOO,
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.