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 Estonia and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Marine Girls to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Marcia Griffiths. All the underground hits.
All Wasted Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every FM Einheit record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator 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 theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Charles Mingus,
Godley & Creme,
R.M.O.,
Fat Boys,
Oblivians,
Mad Mike,
Donny Hathaway,
Quando Quango,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Carl Craig,
Radiopuhelimet,
Mr. Review,
Cluster,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sixth Finger,
The Smoke,
EPMD,
David Axelrod,
Bobby Womack,
Radio Birdman,
Liliput,
Mars,
Reuben Wilson,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Country Teasers,
Rhythm & Sound,
Robert Görl,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bauhaus,
Agitation Free,
Royal Trux,
Black Pus,
Public Enemy,
Grauzone,
Glenn Branca,
Black Flag,
The Knickerbockers,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Monochrome Set,
Swans,
T. Rex,
Hashim,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Dual Sessions,
Derrick May,
Brothers Johnson,
Moebius,
Barbara Tucker,
Aswad,
Tim Buckley,
The Invisible,
The Cowsills,
Howard Jones,
Terry Callier,
The Mummies,
Frankie Knuckles,
E-Dancer,
Urselle,
Make Up,
Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill.
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.