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 Gambia and from Lille.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Suicide to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Ken Boothe. All the underground hits.
All Interpol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faraquet 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar 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 guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radio Birdman,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Residents,
Cal Tjader,
Marvin Gaye,
Pere Ubu,
Theoretical Girls,
Morten Harket,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Wire,
Au Pairs,
Zero Boys,
The Barracudas,
Tommy Roe,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Das Ding,
Prince Buster,
Los Fastidios,
Amazonics,
Godley & Creme,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Selecter,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
June Days,
Pussy Galore,
Unwound,
David McCallum,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gichy Dan,
Bizarre Inc.,
Flipper,
Gerry Rafferty,
Pierre Henry,
The Fire Engines,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Black Flag,
Todd Rundgren,
Severed Heads,
Roger Hodgson,
Derrick Morgan,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Donald Byrd,
Mo-Dettes,
Public Enemy,
Cecil Taylor,
Animal Collective,
Dave Gahan,
Panda Bear,
B.T. Express,
Visage,
The Cure,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Marshall Jefferson,
Depeche Mode,
Stockholm Monsters,
Joensuu 1685,
Tres Demented,
Todd Terry,
Freddie Wadling,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Searchers,
Nas, Nas, Nas, Nas.
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.