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 Germany and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 Rekid to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Franke. All the underground hits.
All Groovy Waters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slits 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin 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 güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harmonia,
Camouflage,
Fluxion,
Robert Hood,
Grauzone,
Buzzcocks,
Sugar Minott,
Deepchord,
Deadbeat,
Ken Boothe,
Make Up,
Camberwell Now,
Talk Talk,
Black Pus,
the Normal,
Sex Pistols,
Grey Daturas,
Crooked Eye,
John Coltrane,
The Gun Club,
Gabor Szabo,
Chris & Cosey,
The Star Department,
Excepter,
China Crisis,
The Searchers,
Scientists,
Peter and Kerry,
Second Layer,
Ossler,
Barrington Levy,
The Smoke,
Jandek,
The Invisible,
Quadrant,
Rod Modell,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Godley & Creme,
Wire,
Bobbi Humphrey,
CMW,
The Human League,
The Moody Blues,
Tears for Fears,
Section 25,
Nils Olav,
The Selecter,
Warren Ellis,
Judy Mowatt,
Little Man,
The Gap Band,
Avey Tare,
Procol Harum,
Dawn Penn,
The Cowsills,
Sound Behaviour,
Cluster,
Patti Smith,
Q and Not U,
Easy Going,
Au Pairs,
Japan, Japan, Japan, Japan.
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.