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 Israel and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Sex Pistols to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Fuzztones. All the underground hits.
All Nils Olav tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Index record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Rundgren,
Pantaleimon,
Danielle Patucci,
Peter & Gordon,
Ludus,
R.M.O.,
Wolf Eyes,
The Count Five,
Alton Ellis,
The Angels of Light,
Mad Mike,
Gang Starr,
Intrusion,
Swans,
The Dave Clark Five,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Joensuu 1685,
Alphaville,
Dave Gahan,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Five Americans,
Roy Ayers,
Sight & Sound,
The Cowsills,
Amon Düül,
Agitation Free,
Zero Boys,
Arcadia,
Delta 5,
Unwound,
Crispian St. Peters,
Scratch Acid,
Ultravox,
Kaleidoscope,
Bobby Byrd,
Marmalade,
the Normal,
Gang of Four,
Vladislav Delay,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Radiohead,
Wire,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Glambeats Corp.,
FM Einheit,
Morten Harket,
Interpol,
Rotary Connection,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Blackbyrds,
Harpers Bizarre,
Easy Going,
Robert Wyatt,
the Association,
The Vogues,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Derrick May,
Procol Harum,
Bad Manners,
Stiv Bators,
Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy.
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.