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 Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Pop Group to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Nation of Ulysses. All the underground hits.
All Newcleus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tim Buckley 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin 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 mellotron and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lightning Bolt,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Slits,
Marshall Jefferson,
Guru Guru,
Wolf Eyes,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Stiv Bators,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Procol Harum,
Sound Behaviour,
The Mummies,
The Kinks,
Mo-Dettes,
Can,
Camouflage,
Graham Central Station,
Tubeway Army,
Arthur Verocai,
Technova,
Big Daddy Kane,
Tommy Roe,
Roxette,
Sonny Sharrock,
K-Klass,
The Monochrome Set,
Scott Walker,
The Wake,
Vladislav Delay,
Young Marble Giants,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Flesh Eaters,
Interpol,
Maurizio,
Eric B and Rakim,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Tom Boy,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Rosa Yemen,
Minnie Riperton,
The Cure,
Tres Demented,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Iggy Pop,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Skaos,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Real Kids,
Man Parrish,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Jeff Lynne,
The Evens,
CMW,
Sex Pistols,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Pretty Things,
Juan Atkins,
Q and Not U,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Surgeon,
Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo.
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.