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 Latvia and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 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 Mission of Burma to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Cal Tjader. All the underground hits.
All Soulsonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deakin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron 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 harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
One Last Wish,
The Angels of Light,
Heaven 17,
Subhumans,
Babytalk,
Sam Rivers,
Skarface,
Boz Scaggs,
The Birthday Party,
Tears for Fears,
Main Source,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Flipper,
Khruangbin,
Interpol,
Avey Tare,
The Trojans,
Bush Tetras,
Fela Kuti,
The Motions,
The Dirtbombs,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Five Americans,
Cal Tjader,
Panda Bear,
Althea and Donna,
Lucky Dragons,
Talk Talk,
Moby Grape,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lightning Bolt,
Andrew Hill,
Intrusion,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Nation of Ulysses,
Massinfluence,
Camouflage,
Simply Red,
Malaria!,
Mary Jane Girls,
Pylon,
Reagan Youth,
Fatback Band,
Jacob Miller,
Eric Dolphy,
Popol Vuh,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Standells,
Mars,
Gang Green,
Gichy Dan,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The American Breed,
Sun City Girls,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
H. Thieme,
Sound Behaviour,
The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges.
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.