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 Mauritius and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Salvador.
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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Kings Of Tomorrow to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Jesper Dahlbäck. All the underground hits.
All Erykah Badu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Buckinghams record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer 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 synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anthony Braxton,
Darondo,
Deepchord,
The Victims,
Blancmange,
Alton Ellis,
Motorama,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Cymande,
Sandy B,
Monolake,
Shoche,
Angry Samoans,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Nils Olav,
Aswad,
Lakeside,
Piero Umiliani,
Eli Mardock,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Circle Jerks,
Donny Hathaway,
Index,
Fela Kuti,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Cheater Slicks,
Throbbing Gristle,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sarah Menescal,
Nick Fraelich,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Parry Music,
K-Klass,
The Alarm Clocks,
Henry Cow,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Martian,
New Order,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Agent Orange,
The Mummies,
Michelle Simonal,
Masters at Work,
Talk Talk,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Names,
Bobby Sherman,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Count Five,
Scan 7,
Ronan,
Clear Light,
Frankie Knuckles,
Von Mondo,
Eden Ahbez,
the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars.
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.