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 Kazakhstan and from Portland.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Bush Tetras to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux. All the underground hits.
All Gong tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Real Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar 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 oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New York Dolls,
Accadde A,
Scientists,
Youth Brigade,
Minny Pops,
Bob Dylan,
Peter and Kerry,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Index,
Technova,
The Flesh Eaters,
Gang Gang Dance,
Stereo Dub,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Essential Logic,
The Cure,
X-102,
Minnie Riperton,
Bronski Beat,
Can,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bobby Womack,
Warsaw,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sixth Finger,
Zero Boys,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Unwound,
Bill Near,
The Doors,
Scion,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Minor Threat,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Index,
DNA,
Sonic Youth,
Adolescents,
Procol Harum,
Television Personalities,
Alphaville,
Gang Starr,
Outsiders,
Scratch Acid,
Yusef Lateef,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Star Department,
Freddie Wadling,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ronnie Foster,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Searchers,
Los Fastidios,
FM Einheit,
The Five Americans,
Moby Grape,
The Skatalites,
Oneida,
Rhythm & Sound,
Silicon Teens,
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.