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 Guinea and from Bologna.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Todd Rundgren to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Mighty Diamonds. All the underground hits.
All Ten City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siouxsie and the Banshees record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare 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 rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Durutti Column,
Maurizio,
Ronan,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Jawbox,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Slackers,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sound Behaviour,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Names,
Malaria!,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Grey Daturas,
Spandau Ballet,
Flipper,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Fela Kuti,
The Fuzztones,
The Index,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Procol Harum,
A Certain Ratio,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Skaos,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Jandek,
Eli Mardock,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Skarface,
10cc,
The Sisters of Mercy,
David McCallum,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Monks,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Dead C,
Surgeon,
Sandy B,
Hashim,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Delon & Dalcan,
James White and The Blacks,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Gap Band,
Marmalade,
New Age Steppers,
John Coltrane,
Supertramp,
Camberwell Now,
Babytalk,
The Red Krayola,
Banda Bassotti,
Half Japanese,
Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow.
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.