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 Moldova and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 808 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 Marmalade to the electroclash 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 LL Cool J. All the underground hits.
All The Moleskins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lower 48 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer 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 marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Index,
Ossler,
Audionom,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Toasters,
Outsiders,
The Victims,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Skriet,
Livin' Joy,
T.S.O.L.,
Toni Rubio,
The Skatalites,
Robert Hood,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Grey Daturas,
Camberwell Now,
Bobby Byrd,
Tres Demented,
the Germs,
Mad Mike,
F. McDonald,
The Real Kids,
Brass Construction,
Scan 7,
Albert Ayler,
John Cale,
The J.B.'s,
Cluster,
Hardrive,
Isaac Hayes,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
the Sonics,
The Names,
Mission of Burma,
Joyce Sims,
David McCallum,
Television Personalities,
Grandmaster Flash,
PIL,
Jacob Miller,
Swans,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Talk Talk,
Y Pants,
Whodini,
The Beau Brummels,
China Crisis,
The Buckinghams,
Tim Buckley,
The Black Dice,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Yellowson,
Gregory Isaacs,
John Foxx,
Zapp,
Yaz,
Neu!,
Lalo Schifrin,
Guru Guru,
Joey Negro,
The Slackers,
Nick Fraelich,
Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville.
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.