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 Lithuania and from Glasgow.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the 808 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 Fort Wilson Riot to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Das Ding. All the underground hits.
All Malaria! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Birthday Party 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer 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 güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kevin Saunderson,
Con Funk Shun,
Kas Product,
Cymande,
Magma,
Accadde A,
Nik Kershaw,
Half Japanese,
The Barracudas,
The Martian,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Loose Ends,
Avey Tare,
Frankie Knuckles,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Pierre Henry,
Khruangbin,
the Soft Cell,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Evens,
Marvin Gaye,
48th St. Collective,
Pere Ubu,
Nirvana,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Barry Ungar,
Eve St. Jones,
Black Bananas,
Hardrive,
Organ,
Skarface,
LL Cool J,
The Fall,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Residents,
Sugar Minott,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Tropical Tobacco,
Scratch Acid,
Pole,
Arcadia,
Lebanon Hanover,
DJ Sneak,
Los Fastidios,
Judy Mowatt,
Kool Moe Dee,
Terrestrial Tones,
Joy Division,
Reuben Wilson,
Mo-Dettes,
Lyres,
Lakeside,
Crispy Ambulance,
Skaos,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Detroit Cobras,
Joyce Sims,
Babytalk,
CMW,
Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt.
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.