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 Niger and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the organ 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 Banda Bassotti to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Minutemen. All the underground hits.
All Deadbeat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Trumans Water record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 linndrum and a synthesizer 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 organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Barracudas,
Max Romeo,
Donny Hathaway,
The Flesh Eaters,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Gories,
X-101,
Peter & Gordon,
Toni Rubio,
Andrew Hill,
The Index,
The Evens,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Brand Nubian,
The Buckinghams,
Adolescents,
Jacques Brel,
Gang Green,
Parry Music,
Pylon,
kango's stein massive,
The Zeros,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Busters,
Boz Scaggs,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Wally Richardson,
The Count Five,
A Certain Ratio,
cv313,
Bob Dylan,
Nation of Ulysses,
Dual Sessions,
Mo-Dettes,
Black Bananas,
Soul II Soul,
ABBA,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Oneida,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Heaven 17,
Quando Quango,
Ponytail,
Michelle Simonal,
Gang Gang Dance,
Duran Duran,
Mars,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Wake,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Tom Boy,
Peter and Kerry,
Anthony Braxton,
Loose Ends,
Man Parrish,
The Moody Blues,
Animal Collective,
EPMD,
Soft Machine,
Visage, Visage, Visage, Visage.
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.