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 Cameroon and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 rhodes 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 Derrick Morgan to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Jeff Lynne. All the underground hits.
All Marine Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eden Ahbez 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum 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 rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James Chance & The Contortions,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Moleskins,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Scan 7,
The Grass Roots,
E-Dancer,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Detroit Cobras,
Au Pairs,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Qualms,
Matthew Bourne,
H. Thieme,
Grey Daturas,
Public Image Ltd.,
Reagan Youth,
Organ,
The Young Rascals,
Jerry's Kids,
Slave,
Fad Gadget,
John Cale,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Unrelated Segments,
Magma,
Siglo XX,
Clear Light,
Harpers Bizarre,
David Axelrod,
Royal Trux,
The Offenders,
Suicide,
Stockholm Monsters,
Nas,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
DJ Style,
Juan Atkins,
Banda Bassotti,
Sister Nancy,
The Saints,
Electric Prunes,
Supertramp,
New York Dolls,
Harmonia,
Cal Tjader,
Boz Scaggs,
Alphaville,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
the Slits,
Neil Young,
Little Man,
The Walker Brothers,
Arab on Radar,
Byron Stingily,
James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks.
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.