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 Eritrea and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Cure to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Hasil Adkins. All the underground hits.
All Tears for Fears tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ken Boothe 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 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Index record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minnie Riperton,
Avey Tare,
John Lydon,
The Sonics,
Unrelated Segments,
Outsiders,
Barrington Levy,
Tears for Fears,
Davy DMX,
Grauzone,
Reuben Wilson,
Michelle Simonal,
DJ Sneak,
H. Thieme,
Blossom Toes,
Wire,
Gerry Rafferty,
Soulsonic Force,
The Move,
Carl Craig,
Connie Case,
The Fugs,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Index,
Jerry's Kids,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Massinfluence,
Gregory Isaacs,
The United States of America,
Smog,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sight & Sound,
Make Up,
In Retrospect,
Parry Music,
Faraquet,
Masters at Work,
Average White Band,
The Mummies,
Derrick Morgan,
Gang Green,
The Knickerbockers,
Rufus Thomas,
Ituana,
Laurel Aitken,
Kaleidoscope,
OOIOO,
Dennis Brown,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Theoretical Girls,
The Fall,
Robert Görl,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Flesh Eaters,
Blake Baxter,
Can,
MC5,
Nik Kershaw,
Eyeless In Gaza,
DNA, DNA, DNA, DNA.
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.