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 Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Stereo Dub to the dance 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 James White and The Blacks. All the underground hits.
All Pussy Galore tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blossom Toes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 synthesizer 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 marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
La Düsseldorf,
A Certain Ratio,
Circle Jerks,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Real Kids,
Pulsallama,
Anakelly,
Don Cherry,
U.S. Maple,
Technova,
10cc,
Sam Rivers,
The Litter,
Sight & Sound,
New York Dolls,
Terry Callier,
Tres Demented,
Juan Atkins,
The Human League,
Second Layer,
Absolute Body Control,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Michelle Simonal,
The Zeros,
June of 44,
The Gap Band,
Kurtis Blow,
L. Decosne,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ultravox,
The Sonics,
Sparks,
The Misunderstood,
The Wake,
Tubeway Army,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Freddie Wadling,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Scrapy,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
This Heat,
The Pop Group,
James White and The Blacks,
Man Eating Sloth,
Marc Almond,
Interpol,
Pierre Henry,
Kaleidoscope,
Underground Resistance,
Talk Talk,
Johnny Osbourne,
Arcadia,
Nico,
Theoretical Girls,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Grass Roots,
Clear Light,
Lou Reed,
Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review.
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.