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 Slovakia and from Portland.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Soul II Soul to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Slave. All the underground hits.
All Larry & the Blue Notes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultravox 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes 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 güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Half Japanese,
Talk Talk,
Jandek,
Jacob Miller,
The Monks,
Gang Starr,
Supertramp,
Alice Coltrane,
D'Angelo,
Iggy Pop,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Accadde A,
ABBA,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Busters,
The American Breed,
Jawbox,
Avey Tare,
James White and The Blacks,
Aaron Thompson,
Brass Construction,
Cecil Taylor,
The New Christs,
Anthony Braxton,
John Foxx,
Idris Muhammad,
The Divine Comedy,
Subhumans,
Beasts of Bourbon,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Junior Murvin,
Slave,
Matthew Halsall,
Tommy Roe,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Neil Young,
Boredoms,
Bootsy Collins,
FM Einheit,
The Wake,
Suicide,
Royal Trux,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gang Green,
Monolake,
Bobby Womack,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sight & Sound,
The Detroit Cobras,
Aloha Tigers,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Barrington Levy,
Lalann,
Nico,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Associates,
Bronski Beat,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Trojans,
cv313,
Arthur Verocai,
Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins.
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.