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 Grenada and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in 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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 mellotron 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 Men They Couldn't Hang to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Bar-Kays. All the underground hits.
All Tom Boy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer 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 clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dirtbombs,
The Pretty Things,
Warsaw,
Main Source,
Zapp,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Slackers,
Harry Pussy,
Unwound,
Monolake,
Boredoms,
The Barracudas,
Matthew Halsall,
Byron Stingily,
Ralphi Rosario,
Desert Stars,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Reagan Youth,
Rapeman,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Star Department,
Blake Baxter,
Scion,
Nirvana,
Icehouse,
Radio Birdman,
Godley & Creme,
The J.B.'s,
The Seeds,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Q65,
Fear,
Section 25,
Depeche Mode,
Toni Rubio,
Masters at Work,
Saccharine Trust,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Fatback Band,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Porter Ricks,
Groovy Waters,
Rakim,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sugar Minott,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Standells,
Scan 7,
Quantec,
Rufus Thomas,
Talk Talk,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Flamin' Groovies,
Interpol,
Camouflage,
Lightning Bolt,
The Young Rascals,
Jeru the Damaja,
Average White Band,
Joe Smooth,
Pagans,
Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms.
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.