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 Nauru and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 chamberlin 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 Frankie Knuckles to the dance 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 Smog. All the underground hits.
All Red Lorry Yellow Lorry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Janne Schatter 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Halsall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Finger,
Sexual Harrassment,
Animal Collective,
Arcadia,
Tres Demented,
Boz Scaggs,
The Pretty Things,
T.S.O.L.,
EPMD,
Audionom,
The Invisible,
Kurtis Blow,
Mission of Burma,
Cluster,
The Shadows of Knight,
Gang of Four,
Sam Rivers,
The Martian,
John Lydon,
The Five Americans,
Joey Negro,
Howard Jones,
Panda Bear,
Absolute Body Control,
Dave Gahan,
Fela Kuti,
John Holt,
John Foxx,
E-Dancer,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Yusef Lateef,
Pere Ubu,
Marmalade,
Scratch Acid,
The Beau Brummels,
Eve St. Jones,
Fat Boys,
Janne Schatter,
Y Pants,
Matthew Halsall,
Bobby Sherman,
The Fortunes,
Grauzone,
Lightning Bolt,
Derrick May,
Kayak,
The Fugs,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Cecil Taylor,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Funkadelic,
Sonic Youth,
the Bar-Kays,
KRS-One,
Tropical Tobacco,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Minny Pops,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
H. Thieme,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
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.