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 Spain and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Hot Snakes to the grunge 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 Janne Schatter. All the underground hits.
All Faraquet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echo & the Bunnymen 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb 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 linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shuggie Otis,
Flash Fearless,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Alarm Clocks,
Hashim,
Ken Boothe,
Main Source,
Skriet,
Marshall Jefferson,
Colin Newman,
The Golliwogs,
LL Cool J,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Crime,
Aaron Thompson,
Aswad,
cv313,
Minnie Riperton,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bobby Sherman,
Negative Approach,
One Last Wish,
the Slits,
Nas,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Funkadelic,
Terry Callier,
Easy Going,
Neu!,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Deakin,
Johnny Osbourne,
Saccharine Trust,
Lalann,
Amon Düül,
Blake Baxter,
Kas Product,
Young Marble Giants,
Bad Manners,
Robert Wyatt,
Intrusion,
Eddi Front,
The Knickerbockers,
The Slackers,
Girls At Our Best!,
Rhythm & Sound,
Fat Boys,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Camberwell Now,
Roxette,
10cc,
Barclay James Harvest,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Pantytec,
Half Japanese,
Albert Ayler,
Wally Richardson,
Lower 48,
Josef K,
Darondo,
Pere Ubu,
Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan.
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.