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 Singapore and from Copenhagen.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Halifax.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Dirtbombs. All the underground hits.
All the Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angels of Light & Akron/Family record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 sitar and a snare 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 güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Hoover,
Wolf Eyes,
Sandy B,
Vainqueur,
Althea and Donna,
Jeff Mills,
The Motions,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Flesh Eaters,
Unrelated Segments,
Pierre Henry,
The Cure,
The Trojans,
Metal Thangz,
Scientists,
UT,
Magazine,
L. Decosne,
Zero Boys,
ABBA,
Theoretical Girls,
Henry Cow,
The Golliwogs,
David McCallum,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Jandek,
Matthew Bourne,
Pet Shop Boys,
These Immortal Souls,
The Residents,
Warren Ellis,
Dawn Penn,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Fuzztones,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Toasters,
Man Parrish,
Donny Hathaway,
Urselle,
Little Man,
Icehouse,
Drexciya,
kango's stein massive,
Dark Day,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Grandmaster Flash,
Brick,
Black Pus,
Soul II Soul,
D'Angelo,
Roxette,
Intrusion,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Clear Light,
Mandrill,
Wasted Youth,
Roy Ayers,
Robert Görl,
Gang of Four,
Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron.
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.