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 Croatia and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Pop Group to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Smiths. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Mills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Wake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar 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 guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Young Rascals,
Sonic Youth,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Girls At Our Best!,
Amon Düül,
Magazine,
Tommy Roe,
Charles Mingus,
Quando Quango,
Cal Tjader,
Sugar Minott,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lower 48,
Animal Collective,
Pere Ubu,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Matthew Bourne,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Saints,
Gong,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gang Green,
Metal Thangz,
Boogie Down Productions,
Robert Wyatt,
Suicide,
Jimmy McGriff,
Chris & Cosey,
The Red Krayola,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Maleditus Sound,
Michelle Simonal,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Funkadelic,
Jawbox,
Alton Ellis,
Soul II Soul,
PIL,
Eric Copeland,
Schoolly D,
the Swans,
Bush Tetras,
the Human League,
Laurel Aitken,
Ultravox,
Make Up,
Panda Bear,
Robert Görl,
Sister Nancy,
Gastr Del Sol,
Avey Tare,
The Grass Roots,
Ludus,
The Zeros,
Bob Dylan,
Los Fastidios,
Delta 5,
Excepter,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Stereo Dub,
Crash Course in Science,
The Gun Club,
Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo.
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.