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 Nepal and from Toronto.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 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 Franke to the techno 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade. All the underground hits.
All Toni Rubio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fall record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar 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 arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Count Five,
Underground Resistance,
Lucky Dragons,
Rhythm & Sound,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Scion,
Echospace,
Toni Rubio,
Henry Cow,
The Gun Club,
Niagra,
The Slackers,
Gang Gang Dance,
Gang Starr,
Desert Stars,
The Dave Clark Five,
Procol Harum,
The Doors,
Jacques Brel,
Cymande,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Doobie Brothers,
Michelle Simonal,
Joy Division,
The Martian,
Rapeman,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Mr. Review,
R.M.O.,
Drexciya,
The Red Krayola,
World's Most,
Lindisfarne,
Massinfluence,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Soul II Soul,
Danielle Patucci,
Faust,
Gang Green,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Radio Birdman,
Bush Tetras,
Gerry Rafferty,
Barrington Levy,
Black Bananas,
Symarip,
The Fortunes,
Banda Bassotti,
Joyce Sims,
Robert Görl,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Parry Music,
Supertramp,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Circle Jerks,
Franke,
Jandek,
The Sound,
Liliput,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Soulsonic Force,
The Smoke,
Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys.
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.