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 Yemen and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 Sao Paulo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Anthony Braxton to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Deakin. All the underground hits.
All Electric Light Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Christie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet 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 arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ituana,
Porter Ricks,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Japan,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ultimate Spinach,
Delta 5,
Fatback Band,
Depeche Mode,
Siglo XX,
The Remains,
Stiv Bators,
The Litter,
Scratch Acid,
Sound Behaviour,
Joensuu 1685,
Boz Scaggs,
Unwound,
Frankie Knuckles,
This Heat,
Althea and Donna,
Radio Birdman,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Mad Mike,
Section 25,
Monolake,
Scrapy,
Pole,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bush Tetras,
Pierre Henry,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
X-102,
Masters at Work,
Harmonia,
World's Most,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Grass Roots,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Beau Brummels,
Public Enemy,
Theoretical Girls,
Alton Ellis,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Saccharine Trust,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sight & Sound,
The Busters,
Magma,
Joe Finger,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Camberwell Now,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gabor Szabo,
Josef K,
Stereo Dub,
Icehouse,
The Cowsills,
The Evens,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
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.