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 Rwanda and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Stockholm Monsters to the funk 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 Jesper Dahlback. All the underground hits.
All D'Angelo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lafayette Afro Rock Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe 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 snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slits,
The Modern Lovers,
kango's stein massive,
Excepter,
Mars,
Peter and Kerry,
Circle Jerks,
Blake Baxter,
the Germs,
These Immortal Souls,
Accadde A,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
David McCallum,
The Count Five,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Cramps,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sällskapet,
Minny Pops,
Intrusion,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Juan Atkins,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Roxette,
X-102,
Mission of Burma,
Slave,
The Blues Magoos,
Au Pairs,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Flash Fearless,
Tres Demented,
Scion,
Roxy Music,
Chris & Cosey,
The Star Department,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lightning Bolt,
Jacob Miller,
The Gap Band,
Nick Fraelich,
Freddie Wadling,
Suicide,
Josef K,
Yaz,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Spandau Ballet,
Gerry Rafferty,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gichy Dan,
The Move,
Heaven 17,
Warsaw,
Amazonics,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Silicon Teens,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Minor Threat,
the Swans, the Swans, the Swans, the Swans.
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.