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 Montenegro and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Lower 48 to the rap 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 Second Layer. All the underground hits.
All Joey Negro tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aaron Thompson 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord 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 chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fall,
Blake Baxter,
Shoche,
Jawbox,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
DJ Style,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Television Personalities,
Technova,
Bizarre Inc.,
Dave Gahan,
Sun Ra,
Outsiders,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Crispy Ambulance,
Avey Tare,
Faraquet,
Minnie Riperton,
Cluster,
Ohio Players,
Mary Jane Girls,
Dawn Penn,
kango's stein massive,
FM Einheit,
Von Mondo,
Ken Boothe,
Al Stewart,
Arcadia,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Pantaleimon,
Juan Atkins,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Danielle Patucci,
Roxy Music,
E-Dancer,
Barry Ungar,
Nas,
David Axelrod,
Silicon Teens,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Mojo Men,
Eve St. Jones,
Jeff Mills,
Jacob Miller,
Robert Görl,
Letta Mbulu,
The Moleskins,
Jesper Dahlback,
Blossom Toes,
Jeru the Damaja,
Soul Sonic Force,
Fugazi,
Swell Maps,
Quando Quango,
Niagra,
Max Romeo,
John Coltrane,
Yellowson,
Barbara Tucker,
Scrapy,
Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs.
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.