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 San Marino and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Porter Ricks to the techno 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 The Buckinghams. All the underground hits.
All The Leaves tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Isaac Hayes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar 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 spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agitation Free,
Whodini,
The Motions,
The Kinks,
Jandek,
Joey Negro,
The Blues Magoos,
Soulsonic Force,
Roy Ayers,
Alphaville,
Pantaleimon,
Shoche,
Amon Düül II,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
New Age Steppers,
Unwound,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
JFA,
Maleditus Sound,
The Buckinghams,
The Misunderstood,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Make Up,
Barclay James Harvest,
X-102,
Hashim,
The Young Rascals,
the Swans,
Kerri Chandler,
the Normal,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Pierre Henry,
Lakeside,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Funkadelic,
John Holt,
Derrick Morgan,
Pulsallama,
Royal Trux,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Absolute Body Control,
Skriet,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Grey Daturas,
AZ,
U.S. Maple,
Severed Heads,
The Angels of Light,
Terry Callier,
The Count Five,
Slave,
Animal Collective,
Main Source,
Theoretical Girls,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Heaven 17,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Hot Snakes,
Hardrive,
Moby Grape,
Sun City Girls,
Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance.
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.