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 Niger and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 clarinet 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 Barry Ungar to the punk 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 Brothers Johnson. All the underground hits.
All Japan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Remains 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar 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 synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fire Engines,
Agitation Free,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ornette Coleman,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Black Sheep,
Pole,
Marshall Jefferson,
Au Pairs,
China Crisis,
CMW,
Throbbing Gristle,
Aswad,
The Tremeloes,
The Cure,
Terry Callier,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Selecter,
Liliput,
Erykah Badu,
Morten Harket,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Prince Buster,
JFA,
Echospace,
Kerri Chandler,
Reagan Youth,
The Birthday Party,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Los Fastidios,
Khruangbin,
Magazine,
John Foxx,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bill Near,
ABC,
Sister Nancy,
Sonny Sharrock,
Negative Approach,
Kurtis Blow,
Blake Baxter,
Clear Light,
Avey Tare,
EPMD,
Crooked Eye,
Sun City Girls,
Sällskapet,
Brass Construction,
Lee Hazlewood,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Spandau Ballet,
the Human League,
The Durutti Column,
Marine Girls,
Reuben Wilson,
Judy Mowatt,
Ice-T,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Tim Buckley,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Peter and Kerry,
Franke,
Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül.
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.