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 Honduras and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 organ 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 Grandmaster Flash to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Gang Gang Dance. All the underground hits.
All Sly & The Family Stone 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 rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro 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 sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-101,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Human League,
Erasure,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Panda Bear,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Soulsonic Force,
The Happenings,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Crispy Ambulance,
Section 25,
Index,
Joe Smooth,
Adolescents,
Icehouse,
Vladislav Delay,
Al Stewart,
The New Christs,
Duran Duran,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sandy B,
Lungfish,
Eric Copeland,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Tears for Fears,
Ultra Naté,
June of 44,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sonic Youth,
Pussy Galore,
Echospace,
The Cowsills,
Marmalade,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Jesper Dahlback,
the Fania All-Stars,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Rod Modell,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Mark Hollis,
Boz Scaggs,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Fuzztones,
Josef K,
The Slits,
Jimmy McGriff,
Soul Sonic Force,
R.M.O.,
The J.B.'s,
Flipper,
The Durutti Column,
Monolake,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Don Cherry,
The Knickerbockers,
Tommy Roe,
Camouflage,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Kenny Larkin,
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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.