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 Poland and from Calgary.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Sandy B to the techno 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 Todd Rundgren. All the underground hits.
All Bluetip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum 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 chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Victims,
PIL,
the Slits,
Derrick May,
Masters at Work,
Pierre Henry,
The Pretty Things,
Johnny Clarke,
The Monochrome Set,
The Names,
Michelle Simonal,
Bob Dylan,
Brick,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Remains,
Soft Cell,
Yaz,
The Beau Brummels,
Das Ding,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sällskapet,
Terry Callier,
The Fugs,
Saccharine Trust,
Bobby Womack,
Colin Newman,
Alice Coltrane,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ultimate Spinach,
Youth Brigade,
Chrome,
Cymande,
Rites of Spring,
The Sound,
Stiv Bators,
Ultra Naté,
Lalann,
Donald Byrd,
Marmalade,
Swell Maps,
Lyres,
Rosa Yemen,
David McCallum,
Siglo XX,
Peter & Gordon,
the Association,
Mantronix,
Sandy B,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Raincoats,
Gichy Dan,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Arthur Verocai,
Barrington Levy,
Camberwell Now,
Deepchord,
Peter and Kerry,
Joe Smooth,
Index,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience.
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.