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 Fiji and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 synthesizer 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 Neu! to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 PIL. All the underground hits.
All T. Rex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra Arkestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Index record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fluxion,
John Lydon,
Stiv Bators,
A Certain Ratio,
Qualms,
Underground Resistance,
Los Fastidios,
OOIOO,
Al Stewart,
Amon Düül,
Dark Day,
Visage,
Darondo,
Glenn Branca,
Sex Pistols,
John Holt,
Guru Guru,
Wings,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Steve Hackett,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Dead Boys,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
PIL,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Fire Engines,
Public Image Ltd.,
Jimmy McGriff,
Main Source,
Lou Christie,
Quadrant,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
MC5,
Kas Product,
Banda Bassotti,
John Foxx,
Mo-Dettes,
The Buckinghams,
Kurtis Blow,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Hasil Adkins,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lalann,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gichy Dan,
Television Personalities,
Circle Jerks,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bill Near,
Rhythm & Sound,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Throbbing Gristle,
David Axelrod,
Bluetip,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Excepter,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Neon Judgement,
Make Up, Make Up, Make Up, Make Up.
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.