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 Saudi Arabia and from Taipei.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Be Bop Deluxe to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Pretty Things. All the underground hits.
All Pere Ubu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Altered Images record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes 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 harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalo Schifrin,
Aural Exciters,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ken Boothe,
Ludus,
Y Pants,
Robert Wyatt,
The Doors,
Throbbing Gristle,
Quando Quango,
Mantronix,
Pussy Galore,
Swell Maps,
Anakelly,
Cybotron,
Erykah Badu,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sight & Sound,
In Retrospect,
The J.B.'s,
The Blackbyrds,
D'Angelo,
X-102,
Prince Buster,
The Slits,
Dave Gahan,
Intrusion,
Stiv Bators,
The Zeros,
Sun Ra,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Pantaleimon,
Eric Dolphy,
The Index,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The United States of America,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ronnie Foster,
Alphaville,
Maurizio,
Audionom,
Flash Fearless,
The Seeds,
Bill Near,
The Red Krayola,
Dennis Brown,
The Real Kids,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Mummies,
Skaos,
Dawn Penn,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Cecil Taylor,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sunsets and Hearts,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Gories, The Gories, The Gories, The Gories.
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.