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 Zambia and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Tehran.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Amon Düül II to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Gap Band. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crime record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar 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 snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Piero Umiliani,
Ice-T,
The Angels of Light,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Barbara Tucker,
Heaven 17,
Malaria!,
Minutemen,
EPMD,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
OOIOO,
Wolf Eyes,
X-101,
Eddi Front,
Delon & Dalcan,
Scratch Acid,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Television Personalities,
The Fuzztones,
The Happenings,
Index,
Alison Limerick,
Dennis Brown,
Deepchord,
Bauhaus,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Thee Headcoats,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Minny Pops,
Pantytec,
Alton Ellis,
Sight & Sound,
The Barracudas,
Sandy B,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Agent Orange,
Janne Schatter,
Patti Smith,
Funky Four + One,
The Seeds,
Camouflage,
Nas,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
the Soft Cell,
World's Most,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Easy Going,
Terry Callier,
The Doobie Brothers,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Fortunes,
Babytalk,
Blancmange,
Bush Tetras,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Monochrome Set,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence.
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.