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 Hungary and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Amon Düül II to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Nation of Ulysses. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Sherman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Human League 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ 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 a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Urselle,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Anakelly,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ten City,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Siglo XX,
Glenn Branca,
Organ,
Popol Vuh,
Gastr Del Sol,
Jacob Miller,
Ornette Coleman,
Magma,
Dead Boys,
Girls At Our Best!,
Rekid,
Half Japanese,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Joensuu 1685,
Dorothy Ashby,
Delta 5,
Chrome,
Parry Music,
Faust,
Tropical Tobacco,
Franke,
Tears for Fears,
Audionom,
Swans,
Ituana,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gichy Dan,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Vogues,
The Doors,
Bauhaus,
Index,
Jandek,
The Sound,
Pharoah Sanders,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Last Poets,
David Bowie,
The Kinks,
Bob Dylan,
The Electric Prunes,
Hasil Adkins,
David McCallum,
Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes.
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.