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 Brunei and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 mellotron 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))) to the crunk 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 Minutemen. All the underground hits.
All Joyce Sims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jimmy McGriff record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar 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 sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Funkadelic,
Harpers Bizarre,
Grandmaster Flash,
Theoretical Girls,
Interpol,
Patti Smith,
Television Personalities,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Spoonie Gee,
Warren Ellis,
Urselle,
Scratch Acid,
Thompson Twins,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
FM Einheit,
Schoolly D,
The Golliwogs,
Procol Harum,
Soft Cell,
Massinfluence,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Arab on Radar,
The Last Poets,
Smog,
Underground Resistance,
Stockholm Monsters,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gang of Four,
The Electric Prunes,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Maleditus Sound,
Bootsy Collins,
Anakelly,
Porter Ricks,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Zero Boys,
Khruangbin,
Malaria!,
The Pop Group,
Babytalk,
Faraquet,
Donald Byrd,
Glambeats Corp.,
Depeche Mode,
The Smoke,
Tres Demented,
Tom Boy,
Pere Ubu,
X-101,
Cameo,
the Slits,
Amazonics,
Lou Reed,
Althea and Donna,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ossler,
The Busters,
Harmonia,
Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag.
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.