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 Gambia and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 organ 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 Groovy Waters to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Japan. All the underground hits.
All The Velvet Underground tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Metal Thangz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 rhodes and a harpsichord 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 an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Flag,
Boredoms,
Sister Nancy,
Technova,
The Fuzztones,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Agitation Free,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Johnny Clarke,
X-Ray Spex,
Girls At Our Best!,
Kerri Chandler,
Robert Görl,
Aloha Tigers,
Gastr Del Sol,
Nas,
D'Angelo,
Urselle,
Mars,
MC5,
Ronan,
Pharoah Sanders,
Eve St. Jones,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Robert Wyatt,
Index,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Sonics,
Panda Bear,
Television Personalities,
Ludus,
Soft Cell,
Zero Boys,
Stetsasonic,
Byron Stingily,
Wasted Youth,
Dorothy Ashby,
June of 44,
Symarip,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bill Near,
Max Romeo,
June Days,
Lyres,
The Seeds,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Amon Düül,
Barrington Levy,
UT,
Cecil Taylor,
New Order,
Drexciya,
The Electric Prunes,
ABBA,
The Offenders,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
EPMD,
Gregory Isaacs,
the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell.
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.