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 Niger and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Copenhagen.
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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Ralphi Rosario to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sam Rivers. All the underground hits.
All Albert Ayler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chrome 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum 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 organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Age Steppers,
The Doors,
Scion,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Dennis Brown,
The Fuzztones,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Intrusion,
Anthony Braxton,
Jeru the Damaja,
Minny Pops,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
John Coltrane,
Matthew Bourne,
Dark Day,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lungfish,
Spandau Ballet,
Sun Ra,
Wire,
The Walker Brothers,
Roger Hodgson,
The Sisters of Mercy,
a-ha,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Tubeway Army,
Grey Daturas,
Gerry Rafferty,
Camouflage,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Alton Ellis,
Model 500,
Connie Case,
The Neon Judgement,
Bronski Beat,
Minutemen,
Joensuu 1685,
Con Funk Shun,
Kas Product,
John Foxx,
The Fall,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Davy DMX,
Joy Division,
Jacob Miller,
Pantytec,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Litter,
The American Breed,
T.S.O.L.,
Ludus,
Desert Stars,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Junior Murvin,
Absolute Body Control,
Q65,
Derrick May,
Half Japanese,
The Dave Clark Five,
Little Man,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Carl Craig,
kango's stein massive,
The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter.
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.