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 Mongolia 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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the organ 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 Andrew Hill to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Man Eating Sloth. All the underground hits.
All Rites of Spring tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harmonia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro 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 sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pretty Things,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Skaos,
Quadrant,
Porter Ricks,
DNA,
Charles Mingus,
The Remains,
La Düsseldorf,
Khruangbin,
Camberwell Now,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Spoonie Gee,
Neu!,
the Swans,
Lakeside,
Black Bananas,
The Doors,
The Electric Prunes,
Wolf Eyes,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Wings,
Dave Gahan,
Faraquet,
Kayak,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Angels of Light,
The Fire Engines,
The Toasters,
Chris Corsano,
Motorama,
Essential Logic,
Alphaville,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
the Slits,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Stiv Bators,
Jawbox,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Chris & Cosey,
Massinfluence,
X-Ray Spex,
Joyce Sims,
Barrington Levy,
Siglo XX,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Easy Going,
The Real Kids,
June of 44,
Donny Hathaway,
Duran Duran,
Cal Tjader,
Y Pants,
Erykah Badu,
Intrusion,
Drive Like Jehu,
Visage,
T.S.O.L.,
Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett.
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.