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 Poland and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the 808 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 Bill Near to the electroclash 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 Arthur Verocai. All the underground hits.
All Pussy Galore tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ohio Players record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 synthesizer and a spring reverb 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 harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moss Icon,
The Human League,
Adolescents,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Jandek,
Joy Division,
The Durutti Column,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Throbbing Gristle,
Traffic Nightmare,
Deadbeat,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Amon Düül,
Pere Ubu,
Monolake,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Searchers,
Iggy Pop,
Yusef Lateef,
Archie Shepp,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Black Pus,
Tears for Fears,
Fluxion,
Chris & Cosey,
LL Cool J,
In Retrospect,
the Fania All-Stars,
Index,
Prince Buster,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Pop Group,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Suicide,
Ultra Naté,
Mr. Review,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Flipper,
Soft Cell,
Fugazi,
Black Moon,
The Flesh Eaters,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Darondo,
Maurizio,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gang of Four,
the Bar-Kays,
Das Ding,
Interpol,
The Last Poets,
Public Enemy,
Simply Red,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Q and Not U,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Tom Boy,
Liliput,
Brick,
Wings,
Nik Kershaw,
Ituana, Ituana, Ituana, Ituana.
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.