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 Kiribati and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Ponytail 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 Underground Resistance. All the underground hits.
All Al Stewart tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Axelrod record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin 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 sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Near,
The Litter,
Minnie Riperton,
Das Ding,
Erykah Badu,
Colin Newman,
Tommy Roe,
Funky Four + One,
Supertramp,
Bobbi Humphrey,
the Normal,
Groovy Waters,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Fat Boys,
Spandau Ballet,
Deepchord,
Aaron Thompson,
X-Ray Spex,
Y Pants,
Rosa Yemen,
Barry Ungar,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Clear Light,
Excepter,
Agitation Free,
Sam Rivers,
Harpers Bizarre,
Flipper,
Altered Images,
Easy Going,
Kurtis Blow,
The Cure,
Max Romeo,
Outsiders,
Rapeman,
Dawn Penn,
Scan 7,
the Soft Cell,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Brothers Johnson,
Terry Callier,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ossler,
Pussy Galore,
Sister Nancy,
Derrick May,
The Red Krayola,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Mo-Dettes,
Japan,
Ronan,
Pulsallama,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Human League,
Bluetip,
Eurythmics,
Nirvana,
The Gories,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Kerri Chandler,
Yazoo,
Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur.
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.