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 Thailand and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Leonard Cohen to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience. All the underground hits.
All Danielle Patucci tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echo & the Bunnymen 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar 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 rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kenny Larkin,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Black Bananas,
Skarface,
Deakin,
MC5,
Fugazi,
Sun City Girls,
The Wake,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Reagan Youth,
Flipper,
Little Man,
New Order,
Alphaville,
ABC,
Tommy Roe,
Adolescents,
Au Pairs,
Joe Smooth,
Jesper Dahlback,
Con Funk Shun,
The Doors,
Prince Buster,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Colin Newman,
Shuggie Otis,
Barry Ungar,
Malaria!,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Alice Coltrane,
Rapeman,
Eli Mardock,
Tim Buckley,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Idris Muhammad,
Chris Corsano,
Television,
Kerri Chandler,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Public Enemy,
DJ Style,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Gang Green,
10cc,
Soul II Soul,
Glenn Branca,
Yusef Lateef,
This Heat,
Albert Ayler,
Flash Fearless,
Panda Bear,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Desert Stars,
48th St. Collective,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Saints,
Jawbox,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Zero Boys,
The Raincoats,
Robert Görl,
La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf.
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.