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 Mauritius and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lyon.
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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Victims to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Massinfluence. All the underground hits.
All Sparks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grauzone record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ 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 clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sugar Minott,
The Golliwogs,
Albert Ayler,
Siglo XX,
Crispy Ambulance,
Flipper,
The Last Poets,
Morten Harket,
Heaven 17,
Pylon,
The Fugs,
Isaac Hayes,
Hot Snakes,
Rites of Spring,
Sonic Youth,
Prince Buster,
OOIOO,
L. Decosne,
Soul Sonic Force,
Jimmy McGriff,
X-101,
Charles Mingus,
Yaz,
Nils Olav,
Colin Newman,
Ronnie Foster,
Patti Smith,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Marshall Jefferson,
Scion,
Marvin Gaye,
Silicon Teens,
Little Man,
Magma,
Amon Düül II,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Black Dice,
Todd Terry,
The Invisible,
Inner City,
Section 25,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
EPMD,
Roxette,
La Düsseldorf,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Blues Magoos,
Joyce Sims,
Peter & Gordon,
Von Mondo,
10cc,
Audionom,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Cure,
Kurtis Blow,
Pagans,
The Happenings,
Khruangbin,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Severed Heads,
Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun.
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.