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 Ukraine and from Spokane.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Salvador.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Dennis Brown. All the underground hits.
All Joensuu 1685 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Charles Mingus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dave Clark Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brass Construction,
The Saints,
Henry Cow,
Stockholm Monsters,
Supertramp,
Jawbox,
The Gun Club,
Roxy Music,
Pussy Galore,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bobby Womack,
Gong,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Deadbeat,
Mo-Dettes,
Joe Smooth,
Symarip,
Kurtis Blow,
Graham Central Station,
The Sound,
MC5,
Liliput,
Alison Limerick,
The Detroit Cobras,
Steve Hackett,
The Offenders,
The Young Rascals,
LL Cool J,
Babytalk,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Kayak,
Circle Jerks,
the Slits,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gabor Szabo,
Robert Wyatt,
Cecil Taylor,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Siglo XX,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
UT,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Andrew Hill,
Black Sheep,
Japan,
The Pretty Things,
The Human League,
Sonic Youth,
The Raincoats,
Echospace,
Kerri Chandler,
Wolf Eyes,
Zero Boys,
the Soft Cell,
EPMD,
Slick Rick,
Black Moon,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Matthew Halsall,
U.S. Maple,
FM Einheit,
Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich.
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.