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 Denmark and from Paris.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Can to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Ten City. All the underground hits.
All Liliput tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Schoolly D record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ 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 sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blossom Toes,
Pantytec,
Crooked Eye,
The Star Department,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Peter & Gordon,
Sound Behaviour,
Lungfish,
Charles Mingus,
Spandau Ballet,
The Real Kids,
The Vogues,
Lakeside,
The Cowsills,
Cluster,
the Human League,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Soft Machine,
Section 25,
DJ Style,
Barbara Tucker,
Animal Collective,
Matthew Bourne,
Harry Pussy,
Minor Threat,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Depeche Mode,
The Misunderstood,
Saccharine Trust,
Prince Buster,
Bad Manners,
In Retrospect,
Soft Cell,
Von Mondo,
Connie Case,
Man Parrish,
Gichy Dan,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Rites of Spring,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Minutemen,
Altered Images,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Letta Mbulu,
Nick Fraelich,
cv313,
Kerrie Biddell,
Slick Rick,
Whodini,
Pylon,
Fatback Band,
Max Romeo,
B.T. Express,
Metal Thangz,
The Electric Prunes,
The Litter,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ohio Players,
The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column.
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.