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 Morocco and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 cv313 to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Fela Kuti. All the underground hits.
All Rotary Connection tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin 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 linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nils Olav,
L. Decosne,
Mo-Dettes,
Crash Course in Science,
Janne Schatter,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Beau Brummels,
The Pretty Things,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Arcadia,
Jeru the Damaja,
Jandek,
Laurel Aitken,
Tomorrow,
Eli Mardock,
the Sonics,
B.T. Express,
James White and The Blacks,
Alison Limerick,
Leonard Cohen,
John Cale,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Selecter,
The Raincoats,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Dirtbombs,
World's Most,
Agent Orange,
The Fortunes,
The Count Five,
Nick Fraelich,
Glambeats Corp.,
Agitation Free,
The Victims,
Suburban Knight,
Slick Rick,
Marvin Gaye,
Flipper,
Ludus,
The Cure,
Porter Ricks,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Oneida,
Hardrive,
Index,
Swell Maps,
The Fugs,
The Angels of Light,
In Retrospect,
The Walker Brothers,
Niagra,
Parry Music,
Bluetip,
Ronnie Foster,
Unrelated Segments,
Alphaville,
Half Japanese,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sällskapet,
Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection.
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.