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 Morocco and from Cairo.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Hong Kong.
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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the theremin 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 Soft Cell to the techno 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 Q65. All the underground hits.
All T. Rex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radio Birdman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin 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 guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dennis Brown,
Faust,
Blake Baxter,
Monks,
Dave Gahan,
Liliput,
Joe Smooth,
Jandek,
Donny Hathaway,
Stetsasonic,
The Sound,
The Slits,
The Beau Brummels,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gregory Isaacs,
Parry Music,
X-101,
Hot Snakes,
Pere Ubu,
Henry Cow,
Juan Atkins,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lakeside,
Angry Samoans,
The Mummies,
The Star Department,
Eric B and Rakim,
Alice Coltrane,
Freddie Wadling,
the Normal,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
T. Rex,
Kerrie Biddell,
Robert Hood,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
AZ,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Alphaville,
Eurythmics,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sugar Minott,
The Techniques,
Funky Four + One,
Make Up,
Silicon Teens,
Wasted Youth,
The Seeds,
The J.B.'s,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Nils Olav,
Smog,
Gang of Four,
Mantronix,
Barrington Levy,
Thee Headcoats,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Amon Düül II,
The Associates,
Alton Ellis,
Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy.
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.