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 Mozambique and from Jakarta.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Morten Harket to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Bobbi Humphrey. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Bourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry's Kids 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar 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 harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Soft Cell,
Masters at Work,
Tom Boy,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Unwound,
The Doobie Brothers,
Black Moon,
Ice-T,
Minutemen,
Public Enemy,
The Motions,
The Monks,
Los Fastidios,
Pagans,
The Fortunes,
The Beau Brummels,
Aural Exciters,
Ituana,
Angry Samoans,
Albert Ayler,
Cal Tjader,
Urselle,
The Detroit Cobras,
Pole,
Eli Mardock,
Agitation Free,
Deepchord,
Yaz,
Eddi Front,
The Music Machine,
Man Parrish,
These Immortal Souls,
The Neon Judgement,
Marmalade,
Junior Murvin,
Infiniti,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
the Sonics,
Agent Orange,
DNA,
Reuben Wilson,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Nik Kershaw,
Pere Ubu,
Anthony Braxton,
Peter & Gordon,
Bobby Sherman,
Essential Logic,
In Retrospect,
Cymande,
Animal Collective,
Aswad,
Can,
JFA,
Nation of Ulysses,
Wolf Eyes,
The Selecter,
The Angels of Light,
Ken Boothe,
The Dead C,
Fluxion,
Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee.
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.