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 Lesotho and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the theremin 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 The Neon Judgement to the disco 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 Flamin' Groovies. All the underground hits.
All Todd Terry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slave record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron 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 arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Parrish,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Techniques,
La Düsseldorf,
Kayak,
Morten Harket,
Marvin Gaye,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bauhaus,
China Crisis,
Sparks,
The Wake,
Zero Boys,
The Durutti Column,
Dave Gahan,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
PIL,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Jimmy McGriff,
Visage,
The Raincoats,
Kool Moe Dee,
Masters at Work,
Royal Trux,
Scan 7,
Bill Wells,
Inner City,
Dark Day,
the Bar-Kays,
Cymande,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Peter & Gordon,
Bush Tetras,
X-Ray Spex,
The Black Dice,
Erasure,
kango's stein massive,
Sound Behaviour,
Accadde A,
The Modern Lovers,
Massinfluence,
John Holt,
Maurizio,
The Stooges,
Kurtis Blow,
Metal Thangz,
The Searchers,
Groovy Waters,
Hardrive,
The Invisible,
The Pop Group,
Lindisfarne,
Pagans,
Black Moon,
Con Funk Shun,
DJ Sneak,
Liliput,
Warren Ellis,
Shoche,
Toni Rubio,
Fear, Fear, Fear, Fear.
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.