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 Panama and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Invisible to the grunge 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 Barry Ungar. All the underground hits.
All Manfred Mann's Earth Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Schoolly D record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator 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 sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Main Source,
A Certain Ratio,
Ultra Naté,
Archie Shepp,
The Kinks,
The Selecter,
Index,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Television Personalities,
The Doors,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Techniques,
Tears for Fears,
Juan Atkins,
Soul II Soul,
Deepchord,
Barclay James Harvest,
ABBA,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Mojo Men,
Fela Kuti,
The Gories,
The Vogues,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lalo Schifrin,
Goldenarms,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Moleskins,
Vladislav Delay,
E-Dancer,
The Divine Comedy,
Pharoah Sanders,
Henry Cow,
Sound Behaviour,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Youth Brigade,
Mary Jane Girls,
Chris & Cosey,
Dennis Brown,
Symarip,
The Cowsills,
Intrusion,
Aaron Thompson,
Organ,
Unrelated Segments,
Terry Callier,
This Heat,
Porter Ricks,
The Offenders,
Depeche Mode,
Radiohead,
T.S.O.L.,
Jacques Brel,
Mission of Burma,
FM Einheit,
The Gun Club,
Sister Nancy,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Skatalites,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler.
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.