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 Slovakia and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Los Fastidios to the punk 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 Sam Rivers. All the underground hits.
All Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every FM Einheit record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator 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 arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Althea and Donna,
Kas Product,
Black Moon,
Sound Behaviour,
Amon Düül II,
Faraquet,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Kool Moe Dee,
Half Japanese,
Model 500,
Fad Gadget,
Intrusion,
Juan Atkins,
Deakin,
Absolute Body Control,
Sun City Girls,
Stockholm Monsters,
Duran Duran,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Blake Baxter,
Robert Görl,
One Last Wish,
Bobby Sherman,
Wire,
Hashim,
Niagra,
Scientists,
48th St. Collective,
Bootsy Collins,
Alice Coltrane,
Matthew Halsall,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Barry Ungar,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Amon Düül,
the Germs,
Judy Mowatt,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gichy Dan,
The Wake,
Faust,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lightning Bolt,
Schoolly D,
Cameo,
Davy DMX,
Negative Approach,
John Cale,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Dead Boys,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
the Human League,
LL Cool J,
Grauzone,
The Invisible,
Letta Mbulu,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Junior Murvin,
Eric Copeland,
Brick,
T. Rex,
Kayak,
Rapeman,
Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red.
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.