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 Poland and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Eli Mardock to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Lou Reed. All the underground hits.
All Girls At Our Best! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb 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 chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wasted Youth,
The Motions,
The Pretty Things,
Sandy B,
David Bowie,
Boogie Down Productions,
Delta 5,
Wally Richardson,
X-102,
Lou Christie,
Boz Scaggs,
Moebius,
Warren Ellis,
The Human League,
The Cramps,
Andrew Hill,
Amon Düül,
Clear Light,
The Music Machine,
Second Layer,
Eve St. Jones,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Trojans,
Pantytec,
Sugar Minott,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Stockholm Monsters,
Television,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Outsiders,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ralphi Rosario,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Saints,
Liliput,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Angels of Light,
The Birthday Party,
Eric Dolphy,
Unrelated Segments,
Country Joe & The Fish,
MDC,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Swell Maps,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Minor Threat,
Vainqueur,
Pere Ubu,
Grauzone,
Qualms,
Brand Nubian,
Scrapy,
The Divine Comedy,
The Fuzztones,
Soul Sonic Force,
Siglo XX,
Camberwell Now,
Eddi Front,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Kaleidoscope,
the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics.
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.