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 Laos and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Glasgow.
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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Amon Düül II to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Robert Görl. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Bourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 mellotron 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 theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Make Up,
Kayak,
Derrick Morgan,
Toni Rubio,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
David Bowie,
Curtis Mayfield,
Groovy Waters,
Little Man,
The Count Five,
48th St. Collective,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bootsy Collins,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Slits,
Todd Terry,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Organ,
Idris Muhammad,
Sixth Finger,
Slick Rick,
Robert Hood,
The Cramps,
Kenny Larkin,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ituana,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Fire Engines,
Tubeway Army,
Amazonics,
Alice Coltrane,
Young Marble Giants,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bobby Sherman,
AZ,
Ice-T,
Tom Boy,
Panda Bear,
Procol Harum,
Popol Vuh,
The Real Kids,
The American Breed,
The Move,
Minutemen,
Metal Thangz,
The Smoke,
Gichy Dan,
Peter & Gordon,
kango's stein massive,
The Music Machine,
Deadbeat,
Shuggie Otis,
H. Thieme,
Dual Sessions,
Jacob Miller,
Interpol,
Arcadia,
The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators.
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.