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 London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 Shanghai and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 chamberlin 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 Symarip to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Maleditus Sound. All the underground hits.
All The Shadows of Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Janne Schatter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 synthesizer and a clarinet 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 snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tubeway Army,
Moby Grape,
Television Personalities,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Black Dice,
Arthur Verocai,
Black Pus,
This Heat,
Flash Fearless,
The Divine Comedy,
Fad Gadget,
Bauhaus,
Sugar Minott,
Kurtis Blow,
Donny Hathaway,
Eurythmics,
K-Klass,
Subhumans,
The Slackers,
Rufus Thomas,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lower 48,
Ten City,
Ronnie Foster,
Robert Görl,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Victims,
The Move,
CMW,
Sight & Sound,
Blancmange,
Oneida,
Stereo Dub,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bad Manners,
Erykah Badu,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Althea and Donna,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Pantytec,
Gang of Four,
Erasure,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Yusef Lateef,
The Detroit Cobras,
Talk Talk,
Bob Dylan,
Bang On A Can,
Electric Light Orchestra,
KRS-One,
Chris Corsano,
Fluxion,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Eli Mardock,
Public Image Ltd.,
Cal Tjader,
Aaron Thompson,
The Searchers,
Drexciya,
Crispy Ambulance,
Stetsasonic,
Colin Newman,
Crispian St. Peters,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd.
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.