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 Tanzania and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Prince Buster to the grime 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 Sun City Girls. All the underground hits.
All The Pop Group tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aloha Tigers 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 a marimba 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 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television,
Electric Prunes,
Kool Moe Dee,
Index,
Fear,
Johnny Osbourne,
New Age Steppers,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Aloha Tigers,
Gregory Isaacs,
Cymande,
The Associates,
Chrome,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Black Moon,
James Chance & The Contortions,
PIL,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
John Holt,
Hoover,
Sonic Youth,
The Dead C,
the Human League,
Ossler,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Fire Engines,
Isaac Hayes,
Dawn Penn,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bob Dylan,
Iggy Pop,
Lakeside,
Aswad,
Cheater Slicks,
Black Pus,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Divine Comedy,
Dead Boys,
Grauzone,
Piero Umiliani,
Electric Light Orchestra,
OOIOO,
Section 25,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Jacob Miller,
Unwound,
Quadrant,
JFA,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Hardrive,
Royal Trux,
The Barracudas,
Bobby Sherman,
Terrestrial Tones,
FM Einheit,
Henry Cow,
Scratch Acid,
Derrick Morgan,
B.T. Express,
Babytalk,
Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne.
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.