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 Uzbekistan and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Mexico City.
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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 J.B.'s to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Country Teasers. All the underground hits.
All The Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kings Of Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an arpeggiator and a guitar 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 rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Delon & Dalcan,
Byron Stingily,
Tubeway Army,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Traffic Nightmare,
Hashim,
Minnie Riperton,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Slackers,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Vainqueur,
Jeff Lynne,
Brand Nubian,
Pussy Galore,
FM Einheit,
K-Klass,
The Cramps,
Swell Maps,
Soulsonic Force,
The Cure,
Dave Gahan,
Marshall Jefferson,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
the Slits,
Matthew Bourne,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gang Starr,
Bootsy Collins,
Rod Modell,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Schoolly D,
Barry Ungar,
Man Parrish,
The Pop Group,
Soul II Soul,
48th St. Collective,
Wasted Youth,
Procol Harum,
Quando Quango,
Brass Construction,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
John Cale,
Amon Düül II,
Tim Buckley,
Q65,
The Count Five,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Yazoo,
Graham Central Station,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Robert Wyatt,
The Fugs,
The Knickerbockers,
Tropical Tobacco,
Letta Mbulu,
Lungfish,
Guru Guru,
Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl.
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.