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 Greece and from Columbus.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Max Romeo to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Skaos. All the underground hits.
All Main Source tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Babytalk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator 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 clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Techniques,
Urselle,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Los Fastidios,
Todd Rundgren,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sällskapet,
These Immortal Souls,
The Fortunes,
Peter and Kerry,
The Index,
The Neon Judgement,
The Count Five,
Marmalade,
The J.B.'s,
Mars,
Eddi Front,
Pere Ubu,
Arab on Radar,
Radiopuhelimet,
Jimmy McGriff,
MDC,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Au Pairs,
Eli Mardock,
The Trojans,
Royal Trux,
Silicon Teens,
Boredoms,
Fad Gadget,
Cymande,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bad Manners,
Aaron Thompson,
David Axelrod,
Monks,
The Divine Comedy,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
World's Most,
New York Dolls,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lebanon Hanover,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
B.T. Express,
The Victims,
Deadbeat,
Reuben Wilson,
Icehouse,
D'Angelo,
Severed Heads,
Fat Boys,
Derrick Morgan,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Newcleus,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Dennis Brown,
Bobby Byrd,
Bush Tetras,
Q and Not U,
Darondo, Darondo, Darondo, Darondo.
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.