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 Chad and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Toronto.
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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Jeff Mills to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Television Personalities. All the underground hits.
All Wolf Eyes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Foxx record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 organ 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 linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cymande,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
DNA,
The Kinks,
Liliput,
Scratch Acid,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Wake,
The Selecter,
Procol Harum,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
X-101,
The Index,
Jandek,
Technova,
Ultravox,
Alice Coltrane,
Deepchord,
U.S. Maple,
Sam Rivers,
Delta 5,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sun City Girls,
Danielle Patucci,
Bobby Sherman,
Marc Almond,
Quantec,
Panda Bear,
Mad Mike,
Minny Pops,
The Misunderstood,
Leonard Cohen,
Flipper,
Joy Division,
OOIOO,
The Gladiators,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Slave,
Godley & Creme,
Janne Schatter,
Lungfish,
Mission of Burma,
Brothers Johnson,
Lebanon Hanover,
Royal Trux,
New Order,
Make Up,
Chris Corsano,
Chris & Cosey,
Sight & Sound,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
EPMD,
Outsiders,
the Soft Cell,
Drexciya,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Radiohead,
Prince Buster,
Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore.
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.