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 Belarus and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the sitar 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 Blancmange to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 cv313. All the underground hits.
All Scrapy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tears for Fears record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Fraelich,
The United States of America,
The Fortunes,
The Zeros,
Man Eating Sloth,
B.T. Express,
Byron Stingily,
Hardrive,
Gerry Rafferty,
DJ Sneak,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Minutemen,
Country Teasers,
Urselle,
T.S.O.L.,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Dead C,
Zapp,
Average White Band,
Andrew Hill,
John Cale,
Schoolly D,
Rosa Yemen,
Wasted Youth,
Bizarre Inc.,
Whodini,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Stockholm Monsters,
Anthony Braxton,
Cal Tjader,
Stiv Bators,
Los Fastidios,
Niagra,
Neil Young,
Surgeon,
Fad Gadget,
Camberwell Now,
Barrington Levy,
Mars,
Colin Newman,
The Sonics,
Curtis Mayfield,
Amon Düül II,
Man Parrish,
Marc Almond,
Babytalk,
Jeff Mills,
Supertramp,
Oneida,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
New Age Steppers,
Scientists,
Panda Bear,
The Human League,
Desert Stars,
Todd Terry,
Pulsallama,
Index,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Cure,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip.
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.