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 Ireland and from Edmonton.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the oboe 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 June of 44 to the grunge 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 Schoolly D. All the underground hits.
All Outsiders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Five Americans 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe 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 harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Light Orchestra,
Essential Logic,
Pulsallama,
Funky Four + One,
Gabor Szabo,
Altered Images,
Boogie Down Productions,
June Days,
Max Romeo,
Suburban Knight,
Agent Orange,
Au Pairs,
Black Flag,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Rakim,
Drive Like Jehu,
Colin Newman,
CMW,
Index,
Siglo XX,
MDC,
Quadrant,
Kurtis Blow,
Mad Mike,
Shuggie Otis,
Country Teasers,
Wings,
Barclay James Harvest,
Anakelly,
Pharoah Sanders,
One Last Wish,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Neon Judgement,
Ponytail,
The Happenings,
The Flesh Eaters,
Cluster,
Gang Gang Dance,
JFA,
Neil Young,
Slick Rick,
Mission of Burma,
Prince Buster,
Aloha Tigers,
Jawbox,
Pantytec,
Agitation Free,
Rites of Spring,
Oblivians,
The New Christs,
Kas Product,
Joensuu 1685,
Symarip,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Maurizio,
Metal Thangz,
Bad Manners,
Swans,
John Holt,
Popol Vuh,
David Bowie,
Ludus, Ludus, Ludus, Ludus.
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.