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 Spain and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 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 kango's stein massive to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Deepchord. All the underground hits.
All Eddi Front tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angry Samoans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer 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 guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rites of Spring,
The Gories,
Suicide,
Television Personalities,
Mo-Dettes,
The Fugs,
Howard Jones,
Toni Rubio,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Black Bananas,
Erykah Badu,
Simply Red,
DNA,
Harry Pussy,
Hoover,
Sex Pistols,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Fugazi,
Eric Copeland,
Isaac Hayes,
the Soft Cell,
The Flesh Eaters,
DJ Sneak,
Bronski Beat,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Jandek,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
cv313,
DJ Style,
Minor Threat,
Gabor Szabo,
Derrick Morgan,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Pantytec,
Infiniti,
Adolescents,
The Vogues,
UT,
Boredoms,
Electric Prunes,
Bob Dylan,
Byron Stingily,
OOIOO,
Don Cherry,
Popol Vuh,
Colin Newman,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Nas,
Masters at Work,
Janne Schatter,
Roxy Music,
Godley & Creme,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Cecil Taylor,
Skaos,
Marine Girls,
Royal Trux,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon.
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.