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 Micronesia and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Connie Case to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Lalo Schifrin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donny Hathaway record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet 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 snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Technova,
Black Flag,
Minor Threat,
Sexual Harrassment,
Khruangbin,
Accadde A,
Absolute Body Control,
Malaria!,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Faust,
Matthew Halsall,
Chrome,
CMW,
The Leaves,
Dual Sessions,
The Doors,
Young Marble Giants,
The Fall,
Shoche,
Ituana,
Visage,
Albert Ayler,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Tubeway Army,
Gang Gang Dance,
Kaleidoscope,
The Divine Comedy,
The Busters,
Joey Negro,
Ten City,
Delta 5,
Johnny Clarke,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bob Dylan,
Supertramp,
The Music Machine,
Chris Corsano,
Warsaw,
Eurythmics,
Youth Brigade,
ABBA,
Angry Samoans,
The Count Five,
Bizarre Inc.,
Audionom,
The Associates,
Jawbox,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sarah Menescal,
Intrusion,
Man Parrish,
The Beau Brummels,
Fluxion,
Deadbeat,
The Invisible,
Brass Construction,
Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends.
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.