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 Guyana and from Tehran.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 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 Eyeless In Gaza to the disco 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 Sad Lovers and Giants. All the underground hits.
All The Wake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unrelated Segments 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba 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 theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Hill,
Drexciya,
the Swans,
ABC,
Quantec,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Dead Boys,
Talk Talk,
Rufus Thomas,
Letta Mbulu,
DNA,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Remains,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Franke,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lee Hazlewood,
Amazonics,
Sex Pistols,
Shuggie Otis,
Con Funk Shun,
Lou Reed,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Suburban Knight,
Arthur Verocai,
the Soft Cell,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bang On A Can,
Slave,
Hashim,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Toasters,
The Victims,
EPMD,
Harpers Bizarre,
John Foxx,
Loose Ends,
T. Rex,
The Knickerbockers,
The Mummies,
Los Fastidios,
the Bar-Kays,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Monochrome Set,
Dual Sessions,
Royal Trux,
Rekid,
The Mojo Men,
Carl Craig,
Harry Pussy,
Grauzone,
Darondo,
The Real Kids,
Vainqueur,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Marmalade,
Essential Logic,
Interpol,
Mantronix,
The Sound,
Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band.
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.