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 Congo and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
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 Quadrant to the electroclash 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 Faust. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Mills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scrapy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 guitar and a güiro 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 mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joy Division,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Davy DMX,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Roxette,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Names,
Nation of Ulysses,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Harry Pussy,
Newcleus,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Modern Lovers,
Rapeman,
Symarip,
Dark Day,
E-Dancer,
New Age Steppers,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
H. Thieme,
Thompson Twins,
cv313,
Neil Young,
The Red Krayola,
The Cowsills,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Johnny Osbourne,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Slick Rick,
Surgeon,
The Smoke,
Banda Bassotti,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Andrew Hill,
Eric Dolphy,
Al Stewart,
Erasure,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Buckinghams,
Bobby Sherman,
EPMD,
Skriet,
John Holt,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Au Pairs,
Public Image Ltd.,
the Human League,
Ossler,
Donny Hathaway,
Charles Mingus,
Glenn Branca,
Flamin' Groovies,
Joe Smooth,
Laurel Aitken,
Ohio Players,
Porter Ricks,
Fugazi,
Hot Snakes,
Warren Ellis,
Brass Construction,
Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar.
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.