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 Uganda and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Seeds to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Cowsills. All the underground hits.
All Procol Harum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thompson Twins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro 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 spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron 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?
Scan 7,
CMW,
Soul Sonic Force,
Index,
a-ha,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
New Age Steppers,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Q65,
Leonard Cohen,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Jeff Mills,
Robert Wyatt,
X-101,
Aural Exciters,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Kerri Chandler,
Joensuu 1685,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Fluxion,
Whodini,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Peter and Kerry,
Tears for Fears,
Erasure,
Roger Hodgson,
Joe Smooth,
Harry Pussy,
Model 500,
Japan,
Alphaville,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Michelle Simonal,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Crash Course in Science,
Rites of Spring,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Quantec,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Grass Roots,
Bobby Byrd,
X-Ray Spex,
Reagan Youth,
Alice Coltrane,
Tom Boy,
Tubeway Army,
The Electric Prunes,
Pole,
kango's stein massive,
The Associates,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Skriet,
Jacques Brel,
The Busters,
The Buckinghams,
48th St. Collective,
R.M.O.,
The Techniques,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Red Krayola,
Rhythm & Sound,
Erykah Badu,
Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike.
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.