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 Eritrea and from Bremen.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Bremen.
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 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 David Bowie 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 Sparks to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 8 Eyed Spy. All the underground hits.
All Stiv Bators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T. Rex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar 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 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quantec,
This Heat,
Rhythm & Sound,
Pantaleimon,
Scrapy,
Tears for Fears,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Alphaville,
Zapp,
Organ,
The Wake,
Ornette Coleman,
Chris & Cosey,
Bronski Beat,
Bad Manners,
The New Christs,
Skaos,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Modern Lovers,
Deakin,
Stereo Dub,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Evens,
Goldenarms,
Matthew Halsall,
The Count Five,
Skarface,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bobby Sherman,
Dead Boys,
Man Parrish,
The Leaves,
Toni Rubio,
Magma,
Nas,
T.S.O.L.,
the Bar-Kays,
Can,
Patti Smith,
The Doobie Brothers,
D'Angelo,
Matthew Bourne,
Jandek,
Siglo XX,
The Alarm Clocks,
JFA,
Newcleus,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ralphi Rosario,
Amazonics,
Average White Band,
Mars,
Minutemen,
Fatback Band,
OOIOO,
Eve St. Jones,
Harry Pussy,
Nico,
Lyres, Lyres, Lyres, Lyres.
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.