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 Zambia and from Portland.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Fluxion to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Jesper Dahlbäck. All the underground hits.
All Das Ding tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Red Krayola record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet 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 guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Machine,
Massinfluence,
Steve Hackett,
Unrelated Segments,
Michelle Simonal,
Aswad,
Q and Not U,
Andrew Hill,
D'Angelo,
The Modern Lovers,
Traffic Nightmare,
Kevin Saunderson,
Boz Scaggs,
Gastr Del Sol,
Boogie Down Productions,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Throbbing Gristle,
Joe Finger,
Tres Demented,
The New Christs,
Interpol,
FM Einheit,
Anthony Braxton,
Glenn Branca,
Slick Rick,
Loose Ends,
The Smiths,
The Fortunes,
Angry Samoans,
Lalo Schifrin,
Technova,
Pylon,
Chris Corsano,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ronnie Foster,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Oblivians,
Isaac Hayes,
The Detroit Cobras,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sixth Finger,
Cecil Taylor,
Duran Duran,
The Fire Engines,
Junior Murvin,
Subhumans,
Magma,
Man Eating Sloth,
Alphaville,
Jandek,
Outsiders,
Cal Tjader,
Barrington Levy,
Essential Logic,
Circle Jerks,
Zero Boys,
Davy DMX,
Leonard Cohen,
Delon & Dalcan,
Kas Product,
The Dirtbombs,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Motorama, Motorama, Motorama, Motorama.
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.