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 Uganda and from Paris.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Marcia Griffiths to the punk 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 Icehouse. All the underground hits.
All Subhumans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every La Düsseldorf 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord 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 rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minnie Riperton,
Yusef Lateef,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Avey Tare,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Banda Bassotti,
Big Daddy Kane,
La Düsseldorf,
Fad Gadget,
Make Up,
Howard Jones,
Guru Guru,
Moebius,
The Misunderstood,
Gang Starr,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sandy B,
Spoonie Gee,
Talk Talk,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lindisfarne,
Gastr Del Sol,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Vladislav Delay,
Harmonia,
Harry Pussy,
Brick,
Eli Mardock,
Erykah Badu,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Radiohead,
Donald Byrd,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Cowsills,
Joyce Sims,
Rekid,
Neu!,
Bill Near,
Toni Rubio,
kango's stein massive,
DNA,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gabor Szabo,
Bobby Womack,
Organ,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bobby Sherman,
Spandau Ballet,
DJ Style,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Tres Demented,
Barclay James Harvest,
Scott Walker,
Lungfish,
The Pretty Things,
The Doobie Brothers,
Loose Ends,
Colin Newman,
Whodini,
Japan,
New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers.
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.