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 Norway and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 guitar 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 The Index to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Public Enemy. All the underground hits.
All L. Decosne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Durutti Column record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Index record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Henry Cow,
Jacob Miller,
The Count Five,
Tommy Roe,
Zapp,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Eric Dolphy,
Animal Collective,
Subhumans,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ronan,
Chris & Cosey,
X-102,
the Bar-Kays,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Whodini,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Leaves,
Max Romeo,
Sex Pistols,
Technova,
Soulsonic Force,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Neil Young,
The Shadows of Knight,
Mark Hollis,
Camouflage,
Excepter,
Sun Ra,
Rekid,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bobbi Humphrey,
London Community Gospel Choir,
DJ Sneak,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Harpers Bizarre,
Little Man,
The Remains,
Masters at Work,
Ornette Coleman,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gang Gang Dance,
Rod Modell,
Average White Band,
The Pop Group,
Ludus,
Lalann,
Lower 48,
Erasure,
Jacques Brel,
H. Thieme,
Dave Gahan,
Lou Christie,
DNA,
Adolescents,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Judy Mowatt,
Laurel Aitken,
Aswad,
The Zeros,
The Skatalites,
Nas,
Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson.
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.