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 Sri Lanka and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Woodstock.
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 Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 These Immortal Souls to the crunk 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 Interpol. All the underground hits.
All Crispy Ambulance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris Corsano record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 güiro and a sitar 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 güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moody Blues,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Erykah Badu,
Laurel Aitken,
Joe Finger,
Carl Craig,
The Associates,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Mission of Burma,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Smiths,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Fortunes,
DJ Style,
Kayak,
Reuben Wilson,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Soulsonic Force,
Masters at Work,
Funky Four + One,
Dead Boys,
Matthew Bourne,
Scrapy,
The Offenders,
The Invisible,
In Retrospect,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Techniques,
Camberwell Now,
Skaos,
Marine Girls,
Sandy B,
Siglo XX,
Swell Maps,
The Sonics,
Henry Cow,
Pussy Galore,
Gang Gang Dance,
Harpers Bizarre,
Brick,
Johnny Osbourne,
Negative Approach,
The Dirtbombs,
Surgeon,
Pantytec,
Con Funk Shun,
Bronski Beat,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Doors,
Minutemen,
X-102,
Porter Ricks,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Blues Magoos,
Thee Headcoats,
Symarip,
Stockholm Monsters,
Man Parrish,
Jacob Miller,
Iggy Pop,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron.
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.