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 Kosovo 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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Beijing.
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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Fortunes to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Howard Jones. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Lynne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monolake 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 harpsichord 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 arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Franke,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Smiths,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sixth Finger,
Organ,
MC5,
Dennis Brown,
Crooked Eye,
Todd Terry,
Joyce Sims,
Warsaw,
Roxy Music,
Pulsallama,
Yusef Lateef,
Dual Sessions,
Darondo,
John Cale,
Piero Umiliani,
The Standells,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
the Fania All-Stars,
Pantaleimon,
Ten City,
10cc,
the Bar-Kays,
Agitation Free,
Black Moon,
Ossler,
Ken Boothe,
Sonic Youth,
Robert Hood,
Leonard Cohen,
DJ Sneak,
Fela Kuti,
Bang On A Can,
the Germs,
the Slits,
Theoretical Girls,
Cecil Taylor,
Babytalk,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Cowsills,
The Victims,
Adolescents,
Marine Girls,
Slave,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Suicide,
Minor Threat,
Loose Ends,
Quantec,
Lindisfarne,
Rekid,
The Velvet Underground,
Television,
Jimmy McGriff,
Liliput,
Grey Daturas,
The Motions,
Derrick May,
The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers.
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.