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 Madagascar and from Edmonton.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 arpeggiator 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Colin Newman. All the underground hits.
All Glenn Branca tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron 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 guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quando Quango,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Gun Club,
David McCallum,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Alison Limerick,
The Modern Lovers,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bad Manners,
Tom Boy,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Faust,
X-102,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Nirvana,
Donald Byrd,
The Smiths,
X-Ray Spex,
Rufus Thomas,
Liliput,
New Order,
The Birthday Party,
The Standells,
EPMD,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
T.S.O.L.,
The Fall,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Model 500,
Rakim,
Electric Light Orchestra,
June Days,
Silicon Teens,
Second Layer,
Michelle Simonal,
Lakeside,
Amon Düül,
Ronan,
Leonard Cohen,
Cecil Taylor,
The Techniques,
Erasure,
Mars,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Byron Stingily,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Cymande,
Masters at Work,
Robert Hood,
Terry Callier,
Black Flag,
Neil Young,
Marine Girls,
Ludus,
Fatback Band,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza.
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.