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 Guyana and from Manila.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Vainqueur to the funk 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Mission of Burma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 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 an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Circle Jerks,
Mad Mike,
Tomorrow,
The Move,
Technova,
Yusef Lateef,
Black Flag,
10cc,
Half Japanese,
DJ Sneak,
Michelle Simonal,
Mission of Burma,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Nirvana,
Animal Collective,
Eurythmics,
Liliput,
Barclay James Harvest,
the Soft Cell,
Pantytec,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Severed Heads,
Man Parrish,
The Gap Band,
Gang Green,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Quantec,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Niagra,
Mandrill,
FM Einheit,
The Trojans,
Ralphi Rosario,
Newcleus,
The Count Five,
Gregory Isaacs,
Magazine,
The Slackers,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Minutemen,
T.S.O.L.,
Depeche Mode,
The Smoke,
Suicide,
Barry Ungar,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ituana,
Con Funk Shun,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Misunderstood,
Little Man,
Hashim,
John Cale,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
E-Dancer,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Kenny Larkin,
Jeru the Damaja,
Unrelated Segments,
EPMD,
Groovy Waters,
Magma,
Scientists,
The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party.
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.