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 Lebanon and from Accra.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Henry Cow to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Arab on Radar. All the underground hits.
All Delta 5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nik Kershaw 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar 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 güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bad Manners,
Heaven 17,
Soul II Soul,
Ohio Players,
Yellowson,
Ossler,
China Crisis,
Kurtis Blow,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Davy DMX,
Sexual Harrassment,
Aswad,
Kerrie Biddell,
Deakin,
Blancmange,
Pet Shop Boys,
Pantytec,
The Tremeloes,
Camberwell Now,
Freddie Wadling,
David Axelrod,
Connie Case,
Loose Ends,
The Leaves,
The Gladiators,
Rotary Connection,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Buzzcocks,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lindisfarne,
Nirvana,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Techniques,
Nation of Ulysses,
Von Mondo,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Eurythmics,
Rekid,
Hasil Adkins,
Carl Craig,
Blossom Toes,
Niagra,
Monks,
Nils Olav,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Con Funk Shun,
Bobbi Humphrey,
FM Einheit,
B.T. Express,
Sight & Sound,
Danielle Patucci,
AZ,
Sonny Sharrock,
Chris & Cosey,
48th St. Collective,
Chrome,
Silicon Teens,
Parry Music,
Crispian St. Peters,
Cheater Slicks,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Monochrome Set,
Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur.
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.