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 Sri Lanka and from Tehran.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Soft Machine to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Clarke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Symarip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe 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 synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Bar-Kays,
The Doors,
Deadbeat,
Kerrie Biddell,
Godley & Creme,
Mantronix,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Alphaville,
Tubeway Army,
Fela Kuti,
Franke,
Section 25,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Marvin Gaye,
Ornette Coleman,
Ossler,
Al Stewart,
Chris & Cosey,
The Invisible,
Man Parrish,
Intrusion,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
the Swans,
Blancmange,
The Dirtbombs,
The Star Department,
Moby Grape,
Don Cherry,
Zero Boys,
The Wake,
Cal Tjader,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Supertramp,
Theoretical Girls,
Michelle Simonal,
The United States of America,
The Velvet Underground,
La Düsseldorf,
Joe Finger,
Marcia Griffiths,
Eddi Front,
Country Teasers,
Excepter,
the Normal,
Livin' Joy,
Technova,
Crash Course in Science,
Patti Smith,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Blackbyrds,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Pop Group,
The Slackers,
Piero Umiliani,
Aaron Thompson,
The Seeds,
the Slits,
Pet Shop Boys,
MDC,
Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685.
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.