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 Sweden and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Maleditus Sound to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Rufus Thomas. All the underground hits.
All Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every H. Thieme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro 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 chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül II,
The Electric Prunes,
Soft Machine,
Sight & Sound,
Max Romeo,
Heaven 17,
Animal Collective,
The Monks,
The Human League,
H. Thieme,
Peter and Kerry,
Flipper,
The Selecter,
Kerri Chandler,
Barry Ungar,
Man Parrish,
Siglo XX,
Yazoo,
The Alarm Clocks,
B.T. Express,
The Motions,
Lee Hazlewood,
New Age Steppers,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Evens,
ABBA,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lalann,
Rod Modell,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Thompson Twins,
AZ,
Fat Boys,
Bill Wells,
Jerry's Kids,
Alton Ellis,
Make Up,
Swans,
The Seeds,
The Stooges,
Fluxion,
Stockholm Monsters,
Radio Birdman,
Skriet,
Goldenarms,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Urselle,
Spoonie Gee,
Kaleidoscope,
Interpol,
Robert Görl,
48th St. Collective,
Altered Images,
Index,
The Misunderstood,
Faraquet,
Crispy Ambulance,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Gap Band,
The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos.
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.