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 Mozambique and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Suicide to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Altered Images. All the underground hits.
All Liliput 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 rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar 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 theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fifty Foot Hose,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Kurtis Blow,
Von Mondo,
The Cure,
Peter & Gordon,
Main Source,
Sonic Youth,
Lungfish,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Jacques Brel,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Minutemen,
The Fortunes,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lightning Bolt,
Angry Samoans,
Gastr Del Sol,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Cramps,
The Leaves,
Jerry's Kids,
Rod Modell,
FM Einheit,
Motorama,
Sandy B,
Frankie Knuckles,
Chrome,
New York Dolls,
Danielle Patucci,
Y Pants,
The Index,
Stereo Dub,
Eden Ahbez,
Jeff Lynne,
Flipper,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Fire Engines,
The Moody Blues,
Bobby Sherman,
The Tremeloes,
Kevin Saunderson,
Fluxion,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Five Americans,
Monks,
Delon & Dalcan,
Junior Murvin,
Saccharine Trust,
Big Daddy Kane,
Derrick May,
Nik Kershaw,
Lalann,
Joensuu 1685,
Black Moon,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson.
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.