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 South Sudan and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Paris.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 Shuggie Otis to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Fat Boys. All the underground hits.
All Bauhaus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Traffic Nightmare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar 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 snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bad Manners,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Jacob Miller,
the Normal,
The Beau Brummels,
Lungfish,
The Black Dice,
Scientists,
Echospace,
Groovy Waters,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Audionom,
Maleditus Sound,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lebanon Hanover,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The American Breed,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Matthew Halsall,
Intrusion,
Black Moon,
Skriet,
Black Bananas,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Fall,
Janne Schatter,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Fugs,
Subhumans,
Aural Exciters,
Mandrill,
Skaos,
Newcleus,
Thee Headcoats,
Liliput,
Laurel Aitken,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Detroit Cobras,
Jeff Mills,
Radiopuhelimet,
These Immortal Souls,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Babytalk,
The Wake,
Essential Logic,
Excepter,
Wally Richardson,
Gil Scott Heron,
U.S. Maple,
Simply Red,
Wasted Youth,
Danielle Patucci,
Tres Demented,
The Blues Magoos,
The Fire Engines,
Banda Bassotti,
New York Dolls,
Howard Jones,
Tim Buckley,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Delta 5,
June Days, June Days, June Days, June Days.
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.