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 Cape Verde and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Nile Rodgers 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 F. McDonald to the electroclash 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 Godley & Creme. All the underground hits.
All Jerry Gold Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doobie Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 snare and a theremin 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 arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yusef Lateef,
Television,
Deadbeat,
Symarip,
The Beau Brummels,
Eden Ahbez,
Peter & Gordon,
Banda Bassotti,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Smoke,
Organ,
Lalann,
Joensuu 1685,
The Alarm Clocks,
Scrapy,
Excepter,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Music Machine,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Stooges,
Blake Baxter,
Reuben Wilson,
The Electric Prunes,
A Certain Ratio,
Warren Ellis,
Boredoms,
Sun City Girls,
Visage,
Qualms,
Shoche,
Kerrie Biddell,
Darondo,
Slave,
Lucky Dragons,
Scion,
the Soft Cell,
This Heat,
Anakelly,
Sight & Sound,
Fluxion,
Quadrant,
Ossler,
Sparks,
Prince Buster,
Duran Duran,
Bill Near,
The Offenders,
Amon Düül,
Pussy Galore,
L. Decosne,
Soft Machine,
The Gladiators,
Black Sheep,
The Barracudas,
Barry Ungar,
CMW,
The Victims,
Popol Vuh,
The Wake,
Vladislav Delay,
Soft Cell,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Doobie Brothers,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu.
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.