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 Sudan and from New York.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Simply Red to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Los Fastidios. All the underground hits.
All Pet Shop Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tim Buckley record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin 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 rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marshall Jefferson,
Groovy Waters,
CMW,
The Slackers,
Sparks,
Laurel Aitken,
Harmonia,
Lyres,
Bobby Sherman,
the Soft Cell,
Michelle Simonal,
John Foxx,
The Knickerbockers,
Marcia Griffiths,
Alison Limerick,
The Motions,
EPMD,
Wire,
Motorama,
UT,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Walker Brothers,
Fad Gadget,
8 Eyed Spy,
Symarip,
Bluetip,
Prince Buster,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Steve Hackett,
Reagan Youth,
Barbara Tucker,
The Remains,
Funky Four + One,
Nirvana,
R.M.O.,
Flash Fearless,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
A Certain Ratio,
Nik Kershaw,
48th St. Collective,
Lebanon Hanover,
Monks,
Soft Machine,
Barclay James Harvest,
Fort Wilson Riot,
One Last Wish,
Dawn Penn,
Average White Band,
Aaron Thompson,
Dark Day,
The Cowsills,
PIL,
Bobby Womack,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Theoretical Girls,
Ultravox,
Chrome,
Scion,
Ronan,
Darondo,
Bill Wells,
Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood.
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.