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 Grenada and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Associates to the jazz 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 Roxette. All the underground hits.
All Vladislav Delay tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ituana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 mellotron and a harpsichord 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 oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Junior Murvin,
The Walker Brothers,
Mars,
Cheater Slicks,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Depeche Mode,
Kayak,
Fad Gadget,
Jeff Lynne,
Hasil Adkins,
Subhumans,
Avey Tare,
The Moleskins,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bluetip,
Bill Near,
Bobby Sherman,
Ultravox,
Scrapy,
the Association,
B.T. Express,
Barrington Levy,
Blossom Toes,
Bizarre Inc.,
Saccharine Trust,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lyres,
Shoche,
the Bar-Kays,
Ronnie Foster,
Marvin Gaye,
Minnie Riperton,
A Certain Ratio,
Inner City,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Amon Düül,
Quadrant,
Underground Resistance,
Cymande,
Make Up,
8 Eyed Spy,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Marmalade,
Public Image Ltd.,
One Last Wish,
Derrick May,
The Names,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Seeds,
Monolake,
Bang On A Can,
Wings,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Skaos,
Robert Hood,
Joe Finger,
Cluster,
The Motions,
Groovy Waters,
Kerrie Biddell,
Heaven 17,
Scan 7,
Little Man, Little Man, Little Man, Little Man.
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.