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 Solomon Islands and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 rhodes 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 Liliput to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All These Immortal Souls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arcadia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare 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 organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Fania All-Stars,
Gichy Dan,
Stiv Bators,
Radio Birdman,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Infiniti,
F. McDonald,
The Knickerbockers,
the Sonics,
Fluxion,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Eric Dolphy,
Grandmaster Flash,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sexual Harrassment,
Carl Craig,
Girls At Our Best!,
Tommy Roe,
The Smiths,
Livin' Joy,
Stetsasonic,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Angry Samoans,
Sex Pistols,
Dual Sessions,
Half Japanese,
Fear,
Sam Rivers,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Warren Ellis,
Bill Near,
Television Personalities,
U.S. Maple,
Organ,
Minnie Riperton,
Nils Olav,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Pagans,
Ronnie Foster,
Guru Guru,
Aswad,
the Slits,
Absolute Body Control,
Barry Ungar,
Loose Ends,
Harmonia,
The Index,
Black Pus,
Tim Buckley,
The Cure,
Con Funk Shun,
The Birthday Party,
Funky Four + One,
Junior Murvin,
Bobby Womack,
Lakeside,
Marmalade,
The Barracudas,
The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set.
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.