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 Mongolia and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Public Image Ltd. to the crunk 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 Mad Mike. All the underground hits.
All Reagan Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet 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 marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spandau Ballet,
Agitation Free,
Oblivians,
Intrusion,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Zero Boys,
The Saints,
The Sonics,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Girls At Our Best!,
Marvin Gaye,
Max Romeo,
Interpol,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Desert Stars,
Bobby Byrd,
The Standells,
the Soft Cell,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
OOIOO,
Ronan,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Move,
Aloha Tigers,
The Star Department,
Khruangbin,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Kerri Chandler,
Second Layer,
Buzzcocks,
Talk Talk,
The Happenings,
U.S. Maple,
Sandy B,
Porter Ricks,
Scott Walker,
kango's stein massive,
Aswad,
Cheater Slicks,
The Remains,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Television Personalities,
John Lydon,
Ituana,
David Axelrod,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Rakim,
Marcia Griffiths,
Grauzone,
Youth Brigade,
Bluetip,
New Age Steppers,
Peter & Gordon,
Joy Division,
Maleditus Sound,
Eli Mardock,
Pussy Galore,
Tommy Roe,
Liliput,
Q65, Q65, Q65, Q65.
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.