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 Papua New Guinea and from Copenhagen.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Doobie Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Altered Images tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Excepter 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare 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 an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bauhaus,
Minnie Riperton,
R.M.O.,
PIL,
Suicide,
Steve Hackett,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Panda Bear,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Franke,
Los Fastidios,
Yaz,
Sight & Sound,
The Golliwogs,
Mars,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Blake Baxter,
Peter & Gordon,
H. Thieme,
Rufus Thomas,
Sex Pistols,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Funky Four + One,
Animal Collective,
Barry Ungar,
The Moody Blues,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Severed Heads,
Roxette,
Bootsy Collins,
Black Sheep,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Von Mondo,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
the Association,
Kool Moe Dee,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Con Funk Shun,
Gang of Four,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Detroit Cobras,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Vladislav Delay,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Beau Brummels,
The Neon Judgement,
Boogie Down Productions,
Nik Kershaw,
The Trojans,
The Raincoats,
Massinfluence,
Public Enemy,
Soft Machine,
Derrick May,
The Gap Band,
Robert Hood,
Outsiders,
Rod Modell,
The Buckinghams,
Niagra, Niagra, Niagra, Niagra.
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.