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 Israel and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
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 Ash Ra Tempel to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Derrick May. All the underground hits.
All Roxette tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Larry & the Blue Notes 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb 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 linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blues Magoos,
Alison Limerick,
The Vogues,
Robert Hood,
Section 25,
Roy Ayers,
cv313,
X-Ray Spex,
Guru Guru,
Wasted Youth,
Dark Day,
In Retrospect,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gang Gang Dance,
Silicon Teens,
The Monks,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Soul II Soul,
Black Bananas,
John Coltrane,
Flipper,
Judy Mowatt,
Average White Band,
The Doors,
Interpol,
The Searchers,
the Sonics,
Lucky Dragons,
Schoolly D,
Joe Finger,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Tremeloes,
Cameo,
Desert Stars,
Chrome,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Graham Central Station,
China Crisis,
Symarip,
Jacob Miller,
Roxy Music,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Kenny Larkin,
the Swans,
Yellowson,
LL Cool J,
Letta Mbulu,
Grauzone,
Michelle Simonal,
Eddi Front,
Camouflage,
Sister Nancy,
the Human League,
Pantaleimon,
The Fugs,
Soul Sonic Force,
Slick Rick,
One Last Wish,
Ultra Naté,
Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn.
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.