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 Cape Verde and from Delhi.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Toronto.
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 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 The Monochrome Set to the electroclash 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 Quantec. All the underground hits.
All Minutemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liliput 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Los Fastidios record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Motorama,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Pere Ubu,
Con Funk Shun,
The Blackbyrds,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Moss Icon,
the Germs,
Cluster,
Flipper,
Aloha Tigers,
Organ,
Ohio Players,
Ice-T,
the Fania All-Stars,
Davy DMX,
Cymande,
Pantytec,
Radiohead,
T. Rex,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Outsiders,
Don Cherry,
Gang Starr,
The United States of America,
the Sonics,
Bill Near,
The Barracudas,
Robert Görl,
Niagra,
Swans,
The Slits,
Skriet,
The Moody Blues,
Derrick Morgan,
The Velvet Underground,
Marvin Gaye,
Duran Duran,
Boredoms,
Gerry Rafferty,
Shoche,
Mantronix,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Modern Lovers,
Jandek,
Bronski Beat,
Nas,
Easy Going,
Sight & Sound,
Negative Approach,
The Star Department,
The Fuzztones,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Count Five,
Country Teasers,
Eden Ahbez,
Aaron Thompson,
The Beau Brummels,
The Music Machine,
The Cowsills,
The Skatalites,
These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls.
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.