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 Belgium 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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar 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 Roger Hodgson to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Morten Harket. All the underground hits.
All Be Bop Deluxe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalo Schifrin 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator 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 clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marine Girls,
Guru Guru,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Deadbeat,
48th St. Collective,
Eli Mardock,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Khruangbin,
Los Fastidios,
E-Dancer,
Bush Tetras,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Nico,
Little Man,
Schoolly D,
PIL,
The Invisible,
Blancmange,
Newcleus,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Tomorrow,
Scan 7,
Peter and Kerry,
Wasted Youth,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Jerry Gold Smith,
New York Dolls,
Fela Kuti,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Johnny Osbourne,
Arab on Radar,
Mo-Dettes,
Youth Brigade,
Royal Trux,
Supertramp,
Tubeway Army,
Slave,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
DJ Sneak,
Boz Scaggs,
Clear Light,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Eurythmics,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
the Normal,
The Buckinghams,
Gong,
The Birthday Party,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bronski Beat,
The Velvet Underground,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Derrick May,
Lalo Schifrin,
Pantaleimon,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Monochrome Set,
Buzzcocks,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Skriet, Skriet, Skriet, Skriet.
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.