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 Serbia and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 These Immortal Souls to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine. All the underground hits.
All Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Flag 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet 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 chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soulsonic Force,
Aaron Thompson,
La Düsseldorf,
Porter Ricks,
Gastr Del Sol,
Amazonics,
Matthew Halsall,
Eric Dolphy,
Funkadelic,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Frankie Knuckles,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Surgeon,
The Slits,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Althea and Donna,
Severed Heads,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Buzzcocks,
Isaac Hayes,
Suicide,
Soft Cell,
Second Layer,
Gregory Isaacs,
Black Moon,
The Blues Magoos,
Gang Starr,
World's Most,
Leonard Cohen,
Grandmaster Flash,
H. Thieme,
Susan Cadogan,
Robert Wyatt,
The Walker Brothers,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Crooked Eye,
The Mighty Diamonds,
OOIOO,
Essential Logic,
AZ,
Scientists,
Todd Rundgren,
Howard Jones,
Infiniti,
48th St. Collective,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Skriet,
ABBA,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Jimmy McGriff,
China Crisis,
Rapeman,
The Victims,
Marmalade,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Dead C,
R.M.O.,
The Grass Roots,
The Real Kids,
The Doobie Brothers,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gang Gang Dance,
These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls.
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.