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 Andorra and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 Tokyo and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 R.M.O. to the grime 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 Smog. All the underground hits.
All The Cowsills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Green 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe 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 güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sonics,
Frankie Knuckles,
Motorama,
Bob Dylan,
Gong,
Stereo Dub,
Subhumans,
Echospace,
Sexual Harrassment,
Franke,
Adolescents,
Nas,
Drive Like Jehu,
Hashim,
The Searchers,
Vainqueur,
Hot Snakes,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Martian,
Donny Hathaway,
Kurtis Blow,
PIL,
The Pretty Things,
John Foxx,
Soft Cell,
Harmonia,
Vladislav Delay,
The Fugs,
Black Flag,
Zapp,
Mark Hollis,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Barbara Tucker,
Mary Jane Girls,
Toni Rubio,
Fat Boys,
Pantytec,
Lakeside,
Arcadia,
Wasted Youth,
Eddi Front,
Soft Machine,
Gil Scott Heron,
Cybotron,
the Association,
Saccharine Trust,
Cheater Slicks,
Erykah Badu,
The Count Five,
The Dave Clark Five,
June Days,
Peter and Kerry,
Procol Harum,
Lower 48,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Arthur Verocai,
Young Marble Giants,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon.
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.