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 Georgia and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 linndrum 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 The New Christs to the rap 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 Chris & Cosey. All the underground hits.
All Bush Tetras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacques Brel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord 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 marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Beau Brummels,
Slave,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ten City,
Girls At Our Best!,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Vladislav Delay,
New York Dolls,
Roxy Music,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Pretty Things,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Negative Approach,
Agitation Free,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Maleditus Sound,
Dawn Penn,
Flipper,
A Certain Ratio,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The American Breed,
Yaz,
Chris & Cosey,
Depeche Mode,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Saints,
The Walker Brothers,
The Skatalites,
Stetsasonic,
Quantec,
Amon Düül II,
The Angels of Light,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Index,
The Zeros,
Eden Ahbez,
The Trojans,
Connie Case,
Average White Band,
Jeff Lynne,
Eric B and Rakim,
Agent Orange,
Y Pants,
Gang Green,
The Mojo Men,
Erasure,
Nico,
The Fortunes,
Soft Cell,
Brand Nubian,
Flamin' Groovies,
Nas,
Todd Rundgren,
Anthony Braxton,
Radio Birdman,
Yellowson,
The Black Dice,
Albert Ayler,
Amazonics,
The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans.
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.