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 Haiti and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Winnipeg.
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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Make Up to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo. All the underground hits.
All Sexual Harrassment tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joyce Sims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 clarinet and a spring reverb 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 spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harmonia,
Tears for Fears,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
In Retrospect,
Skaos,
Fad Gadget,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Count Five,
Faust,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Beau Brummels,
Zero Boys,
Suicide,
Scan 7,
Idris Muhammad,
Supertramp,
Dennis Brown,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sam Rivers,
Maurizio,
Warren Ellis,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Barrington Levy,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Angels of Light,
The Invisible,
Agent Orange,
Hardrive,
Von Mondo,
Leonard Cohen,
Archie Shepp,
Jandek,
Sun Ra,
Bill Wells,
Buzzcocks,
Ralphi Rosario,
the Human League,
Brand Nubian,
Young Marble Giants,
Negative Approach,
New Age Steppers,
Todd Terry,
Echospace,
Hoover,
Wire,
New York Dolls,
Tom Boy,
Maleditus Sound,
Pulsallama,
Lakeside,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Saccharine Trust,
Gang Starr,
Crash Course in Science,
Boz Scaggs,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Wasted Youth,
Schoolly D,
Stetsasonic,
Severed Heads,
These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls.
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.