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 Solomon Islands and from Tehran.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Marvin Gaye to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 OOIOO. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Parry Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin 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?
Quando Quango,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Max Romeo,
Technova,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Absolute Body Control,
Bootsy Collins,
Scratch Acid,
Urselle,
Faraquet,
Fat Boys,
Cybotron,
Dual Sessions,
The United States of America,
Skriet,
Groovy Waters,
Moby Grape,
The Slackers,
MC5,
Negative Approach,
Tim Buckley,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
X-Ray Spex,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bronski Beat,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Magazine,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Erykah Badu,
Gichy Dan,
K-Klass,
Flamin' Groovies,
Con Funk Shun,
The Selecter,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sixth Finger,
Kerri Chandler,
The Detroit Cobras,
Soft Machine,
Porter Ricks,
One Last Wish,
Radio Birdman,
The Happenings,
Procol Harum,
Whodini,
Easy Going,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Scan 7,
Accadde A,
Shuggie Otis,
Q and Not U,
Delta 5,
The Gladiators,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Joy Division,
The Knickerbockers,
Minnie Riperton,
Y Pants,
Von Mondo,
The Fuzztones,
The Move,
Joensuu 1685,
Faust, Faust, Faust, Faust.
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.