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 Cameroon and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Leaves to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Magazine. All the underground hits.
All Schoolly D tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonic Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 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 oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Association,
Lee Hazlewood,
June Days,
Wally Richardson,
Black Flag,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Leonard Cohen,
Bill Near,
B.T. Express,
The Victims,
Ultra Naté,
Bob Dylan,
Jerry's Kids,
Moss Icon,
Newcleus,
Anakelly,
Soulsonic Force,
Crispian St. Peters,
Qualms,
The Durutti Column,
Japan,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ten City,
Michelle Simonal,
Althea and Donna,
Marc Almond,
Kool Moe Dee,
Dark Day,
Agent Orange,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Television,
Terry Callier,
Loose Ends,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Stereo Dub,
Thompson Twins,
Hot Snakes,
Shoche,
Tim Buckley,
Procol Harum,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sly & The Family Stone,
X-Ray Spex,
DJ Style,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Colin Newman,
Freddie Wadling,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Moebius,
Peter and Kerry,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Traffic Nightmare,
X-101,
Flipper,
Heaven 17,
The Young Rascals,
Panda Bear,
Fatback Band,
Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai.
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.