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 China and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 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 The Velvet Underground to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Harry Pussy. All the underground hits.
All Eve St. Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gun Club record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 theremin 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 mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bluetip,
The Black Dice,
Pulsallama,
Hoover,
Danielle Patucci,
Lyres,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gastr Del Sol,
Swans,
The Angels of Light,
T. Rex,
Marcia Griffiths,
Warsaw,
Franke,
The Wake,
Scrapy,
Minutemen,
Inner City,
Harpers Bizarre,
One Last Wish,
Ronnie Foster,
The Birthday Party,
Albert Ayler,
Magazine,
Heaven 17,
Crime,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Livin' Joy,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Youth Brigade,
The Trojans,
Roger Hodgson,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bush Tetras,
David Axelrod,
Japan,
The Beau Brummels,
Rosa Yemen,
Black Bananas,
The Mojo Men,
Sonny Sharrock,
Aloha Tigers,
Lungfish,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Grauzone,
Barrington Levy,
Lower 48,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ultra Naté,
The Techniques,
Gang Green,
LL Cool J,
Au Pairs,
Pussy Galore,
Reuben Wilson,
Suburban Knight,
The Pretty Things,
Sandy B,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Quantec,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu.
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.