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 Comoros and from Paris.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the marimba 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 Metal Thangz to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 EPMD. All the underground hits.
All Bob Dylan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DNA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ 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 oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New York Dolls,
Deepchord,
Tim Buckley,
Basic Channel,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Prince Buster,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Freddie Wadling,
Swans,
Gastr Del Sol,
Pussy Galore,
Whodini,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Talk Talk,
Ken Boothe,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Cybotron,
Hoover,
Laurel Aitken,
8 Eyed Spy,
Electric Prunes,
The Beau Brummels,
Saccharine Trust,
The Shadows of Knight,
Rekid,
Alison Limerick,
D'Angelo,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Panda Bear,
Stiv Bators,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Maleditus Sound,
Sparks,
Underground Resistance,
DJ Sneak,
Sly & The Family Stone,
the Human League,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Barrington Levy,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Oblivians,
Average White Band,
Index,
JFA,
Slick Rick,
Bootsy Collins,
Delon & Dalcan,
Crash Course in Science,
John Cale,
Subhumans,
Boogie Down Productions,
Spandau Ballet,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Alton Ellis,
The Modern Lovers,
Ohio Players,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Barbara Tucker,
Kayak,
Angry Samoans,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy.
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.