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 Argentina and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 arpeggiator 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 Ken Boothe to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell. All the underground hits.
All Skarface tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suicide record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Be Bop Deluxe,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Offenders,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Mummies,
The Leaves,
Janne Schatter,
Jeru the Damaja,
Deepchord,
The Star Department,
Royal Trux,
Blake Baxter,
Kerri Chandler,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sällskapet,
June Days,
Michelle Simonal,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Jacob Miller,
Eve St. Jones,
Loose Ends,
Roxy Music,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lou Christie,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Adolescents,
The Smoke,
Sixth Finger,
Duran Duran,
E-Dancer,
Kaleidoscope,
Deakin,
Rekid,
The Red Krayola,
Stetsasonic,
Liliput,
the Association,
Pere Ubu,
Tubeway Army,
Angry Samoans,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Juan Atkins,
Aswad,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Gichy Dan,
Curtis Mayfield,
Danielle Patucci,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Robert Görl,
Roxette,
Charles Mingus,
Glenn Branca,
Wings,
The Cramps,
Man Parrish,
Jawbox,
John Coltrane,
The American Breed,
Scrapy,
the Sonics,
Livin' Joy,
Black Sheep,
the Swans, the Swans, the Swans, the Swans.
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.