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 Afghanistan and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the 808 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 David Bowie to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Agitation Free. All the underground hits.
All Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick May record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator 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 sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zero Boys,
The Durutti Column,
The Busters,
Arab on Radar,
Sandy B,
Sällskapet,
Sugar Minott,
Monolake,
Theoretical Girls,
The Leaves,
The American Breed,
The Divine Comedy,
Amon Düül,
Cameo,
Adolescents,
Khruangbin,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Royal Trux,
The Cure,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
the Human League,
Masters at Work,
10cc,
The Victims,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Maurizio,
Alton Ellis,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Darondo,
Dark Day,
Basic Channel,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Archie Shepp,
The Happenings,
Sun Ra,
Malaria!,
Sound Behaviour,
Sun City Girls,
Cecil Taylor,
The Skatalites,
Lower 48,
Amazonics,
Mr. Review,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Half Japanese,
Pierre Henry,
The Techniques,
Funkadelic,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Roxy Music,
Gil Scott Heron,
Jandek,
the Normal,
The Velvet Underground,
Hasil Adkins,
June Days,
Essential Logic,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Searchers,
Flipper,
Accadde A,
MC5, MC5, MC5, MC5.
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.