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 Nepal and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 Jakarta and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the organ 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 Lyres to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Brass Construction. All the underground hits.
All 8 Eyed Spy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Letta Mbulu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar 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 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Michelle Simonal,
Duran Duran,
Bobby Sherman,
Roger Hodgson,
Alice Coltrane,
Gang of Four,
Minny Pops,
The Skatalites,
Motorama,
Ultimate Spinach,
Kurtis Blow,
Brothers Johnson,
Alton Ellis,
Joe Finger,
Morten Harket,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Pretty Things,
Young Marble Giants,
Tubeway Army,
Masters at Work,
Simply Red,
Yaz,
Bluetip,
Quadrant,
The Smoke,
Kevin Saunderson,
Kenny Larkin,
Bad Manners,
Faust,
Moby Grape,
Aloha Tigers,
David Bowie,
Outsiders,
The Gladiators,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Eurythmics,
Nirvana,
Erykah Badu,
Franke,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Deakin,
Bauhaus,
the Fania All-Stars,
Oneida,
In Retrospect,
Make Up,
Fear,
Kerrie Biddell,
Avey Tare,
Wolf Eyes,
Average White Band,
Aaron Thompson,
Quantec,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sugar Minott,
Hasil Adkins,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Man Eating Sloth,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Wire, Wire, Wire, Wire.
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.