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 United Kingdom and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Ludus to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Bush Tetras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Green record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord 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 güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
FM Einheit,
The United States of America,
Eli Mardock,
Index,
Sound Behaviour,
Lalo Schifrin,
Connie Case,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sixth Finger,
Nick Fraelich,
Bang On A Can,
Tom Boy,
Terry Callier,
Gastr Del Sol,
Excepter,
Wally Richardson,
Fugazi,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Gun Club,
Brass Construction,
Charles Mingus,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Litter,
OOIOO,
Magma,
Radiopuhelimet,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Cowsills,
Robert Görl,
Bob Dylan,
Chris & Cosey,
Fear,
Tomorrow,
Lalann,
JFA,
Black Pus,
Electric Light Orchestra,
H. Thieme,
The Human League,
Barrington Levy,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Tears for Fears,
The Sonics,
ABBA,
Livin' Joy,
Stiv Bators,
Public Enemy,
Rekid,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Public Image Ltd.,
Neil Young,
the Human League,
Cheater Slicks,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Khruangbin,
Fatback Band,
Minor Threat,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Monochrome Set,
Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim.
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.