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 Croatia and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Public Image Ltd. to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sällskapet. All the underground hits.
All Stetsasonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonic Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin 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 an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lalann,
Fugazi,
kango's stein massive,
Sister Nancy,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Absolute Body Control,
Flipper,
Main Source,
PIL,
Lakeside,
Maleditus Sound,
Grey Daturas,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Arthur Verocai,
The Music Machine,
The Victims,
Barbara Tucker,
Ituana,
The Fire Engines,
Godley & Creme,
Donny Hathaway,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Joy Division,
Warren Ellis,
Babytalk,
Soft Machine,
The Electric Prunes,
Panda Bear,
Big Daddy Kane,
Oneida,
Tim Buckley,
Eden Ahbez,
Easy Going,
Rotary Connection,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Newcleus,
Minutemen,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ralphi Rosario,
Monolake,
Kayak,
Chrome,
Masters at Work,
Sound Behaviour,
The Vogues,
Matthew Bourne,
Smog,
Rapeman,
Gerry Rafferty,
Spoonie Gee,
The Toasters,
Amon Düül II,
The American Breed,
The Neon Judgement,
The Golliwogs,
Agent Orange,
Lalo Schifrin,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sonic Youth,
Ludus,
Basic Channel,
Hoover, Hoover, Hoover, Hoover.
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.