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 Poland and from Mexico City.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Yazoo to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Trojans. All the underground hits.
All The Sisters of Mercy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Panda Bear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum 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 sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jawbox,
ABBA,
Wings,
Swans,
Isaac Hayes,
Susan Cadogan,
Sun City Girls,
Angry Samoans,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Zero Boys,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Smiths,
Talk Talk,
The Flesh Eaters,
Cybotron,
Sound Behaviour,
The Gun Club,
Schoolly D,
K-Klass,
Livin' Joy,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Procol Harum,
Joe Finger,
Das Ding,
Kenny Larkin,
Jeru the Damaja,
Eli Mardock,
Sandy B,
Cameo,
Minor Threat,
Crispian St. Peters,
Andrew Hill,
The Cramps,
Alison Limerick,
Vainqueur,
Soft Cell,
Quadrant,
Tropical Tobacco,
Man Parrish,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Dead C,
Gang Starr,
David McCallum,
Blossom Toes,
Organ,
Gang Green,
Sällskapet,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Beau Brummels,
The Saints,
Flipper,
48th St. Collective,
The Litter,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sparks,
June Days,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Banda Bassotti,
Derrick May,
Main Source, Main Source, Main Source, Main Source.
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.