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 Latvia and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Joe Finger to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Zapp. All the underground hits.
All Kool G Rap & DJ Polo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Danielle Patucci record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes 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 mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Happenings,
Das Ding,
Mr. Review,
Barry Ungar,
Magma,
Dark Day,
Faust,
Bush Tetras,
Ludus,
Sonic Youth,
Scratch Acid,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Mark Hollis,
Black Flag,
Whodini,
Bob Dylan,
Eric B and Rakim,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Saints,
Moebius,
World's Most,
Malaria!,
The J.B.'s,
Isaac Hayes,
Desert Stars,
Gong,
Radio Birdman,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Roxette,
Aaron Thompson,
Blossom Toes,
Organ,
The Move,
Television,
Grauzone,
X-Ray Spex,
Severed Heads,
Ponytail,
Pantaleimon,
Harmonia,
the Soft Cell,
Lyres,
The Trojans,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Vogues,
The Grass Roots,
June Days,
Masters at Work,
Brand Nubian,
Barrington Levy,
Sun City Girls,
Dave Gahan,
Japan,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Colin Newman,
Susan Cadogan,
One Last Wish,
MDC,
Traffic Nightmare,
Delta 5,
Public Enemy,
La Düsseldorf,
Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker.
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.