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 Burkina and from Jakarta.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar 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 Vainqueur to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Steve Hackett. All the underground hits.
All Freddie Wadling tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gong record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar 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 rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reagan Youth,
The Divine Comedy,
Supertramp,
Jimmy McGriff,
Adolescents,
Animal Collective,
Pantytec,
The Names,
Robert Görl,
Bang On A Can,
Cameo,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Pet Shop Boys,
Mantronix,
Porter Ricks,
Terry Callier,
Patti Smith,
Black Bananas,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Harpers Bizarre,
the Bar-Kays,
Robert Hood,
Swell Maps,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bill Near,
La Düsseldorf,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Pere Ubu,
KRS-One,
Kevin Saunderson,
Erasure,
The Smoke,
The Monochrome Set,
Nick Fraelich,
Symarip,
B.T. Express,
Dawn Penn,
The Busters,
Max Romeo,
Wally Richardson,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Cowsills,
Panda Bear,
Babytalk,
Stereo Dub,
The Buckinghams,
Echospace,
Jeff Mills,
Sonic Youth,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Prince Buster,
Reuben Wilson,
Kaleidoscope,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Television Personalities,
Rekid,
Amon Düül II,
Harmonia,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Grauzone,
Tres Demented,
Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman.
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.