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 Costa Rica 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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro 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 The Martian to the techno 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 Goldenarms. All the underground hits.
All The American Breed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Smog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 sitar and a snare 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 güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool Moe Dee,
Iggy Pop,
The Fuzztones,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Parry Music,
Robert Wyatt,
cv313,
Todd Terry,
Smog,
Brass Construction,
Alton Ellis,
Agent Orange,
DJ Sneak,
Jerry's Kids,
The Fugs,
the Slits,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Henry Cow,
Erasure,
Roxette,
Dave Gahan,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Wire,
Ken Boothe,
Suburban Knight,
The Young Rascals,
Scion,
World's Most,
Dark Day,
Symarip,
Mr. Review,
The Trojans,
Depeche Mode,
Barbara Tucker,
Pet Shop Boys,
Fad Gadget,
Theoretical Girls,
The Doors,
Slave,
The Wake,
Arcadia,
Monks,
Zero Boys,
the Normal,
Jacob Miller,
Anakelly,
Heaven 17,
DJ Style,
ABBA,
Royal Trux,
New Age Steppers,
Boz Scaggs,
The Martian,
X-Ray Spex,
Con Funk Shun,
Outsiders,
Quantec,
Rosa Yemen,
Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew.
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.