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 Malta and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Sonic Youth to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Minutemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spandau Ballet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer 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 mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
U.S. Maple,
CMW,
Masters at Work,
Bang On A Can,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lightning Bolt,
Henry Cow,
the Association,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Fall,
Talk Talk,
Slick Rick,
The Fuzztones,
Bobby Byrd,
Urselle,
Guru Guru,
The Durutti Column,
Max Romeo,
New York Dolls,
Faraquet,
Magazine,
Arcadia,
Alphaville,
Shoche,
Little Man,
Dual Sessions,
Joey Negro,
Kool Moe Dee,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Porter Ricks,
Organ,
Outsiders,
Robert Görl,
Tim Buckley,
Nico,
Section 25,
Bootsy Collins,
Yaz,
Curtis Mayfield,
Deepchord,
Procol Harum,
Model 500,
Symarip,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Grey Daturas,
Hardrive,
The Alarm Clocks,
Pierre Henry,
Crooked Eye,
The Sound,
Cecil Taylor,
The Kinks,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Soft Cell,
Public Enemy,
The Gladiators,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Marshall Jefferson,
This Heat,
Leonard Cohen,
Alice Coltrane,
Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar.
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.