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 Oman and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Standells to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud. All the underground hits.
All Glambeats Corp. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Severed Heads record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 synthesizer and a 808 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 guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sisters of Mercy,
Peter & Gordon,
Underground Resistance,
Throbbing Gristle,
Tomorrow,
Index,
Unwound,
Ultra Naté,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Moody Blues,
Sun Ra,
Gichy Dan,
Section 25,
Das Ding,
Suburban Knight,
The Star Department,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Banda Bassotti,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Eurythmics,
Arab on Radar,
the Swans,
Terry Callier,
Oneida,
Scan 7,
The Dead C,
Kaleidoscope,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Terrestrial Tones,
Absolute Body Control,
Eve St. Jones,
The Knickerbockers,
Frankie Knuckles,
DJ Style,
Arcadia,
the Germs,
Kenny Larkin,
Johnny Osbourne,
Monolake,
Sex Pistols,
Con Funk Shun,
The Electric Prunes,
David Axelrod,
Judy Mowatt,
Basic Channel,
Flipper,
The Victims,
Ronan,
Rhythm & Sound,
Nick Fraelich,
Sight & Sound,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
a-ha,
Dennis Brown,
Loose Ends,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Monochrome Set,
Pole,
Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel.
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.