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 Chile and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 arpeggiator 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 Mission of Burma to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Modern Lovers. All the underground hits.
All Henry Cow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Beasts of Bourbon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 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 marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gong,
Pere Ubu,
Gastr Del Sol,
Michelle Simonal,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Jeff Lynne,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Selecter,
Excepter,
Patti Smith,
Pierre Henry,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Moleskins,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Warren Ellis,
Unrelated Segments,
Minutemen,
Das Ding,
Arthur Verocai,
Marmalade,
Anakelly,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Magazine,
ABC,
Franke,
Sugar Minott,
Index,
Scion,
Hardrive,
Soul Sonic Force,
Eric Dolphy,
The Victims,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Vogues,
KRS-One,
The Sound,
Sixth Finger,
10cc,
Swell Maps,
LL Cool J,
Yazoo,
the Soft Cell,
Eddi Front,
Scratch Acid,
Lucky Dragons,
Black Bananas,
Aloha Tigers,
The Fall,
Prince Buster,
Grauzone,
Suicide,
Wings,
The Count Five,
Dorothy Ashby,
Rotary Connection,
Pole,
Fear,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
June Days,
Erasure,
Marc Almond,
Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan.
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.