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 Cyprus and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Blake Baxter. All the underground hits.
All The Gun Club tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul II Soul 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb 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 harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June of 44,
Rekid,
Nirvana,
Sonic Youth,
Guru Guru,
Shoche,
Bobby Sherman,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Modern Lovers,
Duran Duran,
B.T. Express,
Clear Light,
Zero Boys,
Bootsy Collins,
The Golliwogs,
Eve St. Jones,
The Velvet Underground,
Franke,
Harry Pussy,
Mandrill,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Young Rascals,
Sun Ra,
Barrington Levy,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sonny Sharrock,
Technova,
Erasure,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Seeds,
Bill Near,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Fela Kuti,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Babytalk,
Hashim,
The Moody Blues,
cv313,
The New Christs,
Basic Channel,
Model 500,
Derrick May,
Section 25,
the Bar-Kays,
The Invisible,
Patti Smith,
The Doors,
Public Image Ltd.,
Moebius,
Steve Hackett,
Tommy Roe,
Peter and Kerry,
Soulsonic Force,
Scott Walker,
Alphaville,
Kaleidoscope,
PIL,
CMW,
Janne Schatter,
Johnny Osbourne,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers.
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.