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 Tajikistan and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Mummies to the techno 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 Kango’s Stein Massive. All the underground hits.
All The Gladiators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Prince Buster 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord 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 güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Swans,
Alphaville,
Guru Guru,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Fugazi,
Schoolly D,
Amon Düül II,
The Human League,
Boredoms,
Matthew Bourne,
Michelle Simonal,
Lyres,
Bob Dylan,
L. Decosne,
Pole,
Maurizio,
Donald Byrd,
The Happenings,
Bobby Womack,
Ossler,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Youth Brigade,
Roxette,
Nas,
Sonny Sharrock,
Neu!,
10cc,
Jandek,
Fluxion,
The Busters,
Ultra Naté,
CMW,
Judy Mowatt,
Wasted Youth,
Rakim,
Second Layer,
Desert Stars,
Soulsonic Force,
Blancmange,
Moebius,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Tres Demented,
Wolf Eyes,
Buzzcocks,
Man Parrish,
Darondo,
The Angels of Light,
Aloha Tigers,
Echospace,
Rhythm & Sound,
Masters at Work,
The Pretty Things,
Faust,
Spandau Ballet,
Mars,
OOIOO,
The Remains,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Loose Ends,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Rites of Spring,
Brand Nubian,
Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu.
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.