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 Russia and from Lyon.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the güiro 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 The J.B.'s to the rap 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 Matthew Halsall. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mantronix record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes 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 a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sparks,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
MDC,
Tubeway Army,
Oneida,
F. McDonald,
Roxy Music,
Ronnie Foster,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Invisible,
the Germs,
Make Up,
Quando Quango,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Raincoats,
Sam Rivers,
Clear Light,
OOIOO,
B.T. Express,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Rekid,
Althea and Donna,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Yaz,
Absolute Body Control,
Vainqueur,
Trumans Water,
Lee Hazlewood,
Scott Walker,
Danielle Patucci,
Infiniti,
Crispy Ambulance,
Eddi Front,
Roxette,
The Buckinghams,
Youth Brigade,
Davy DMX,
Bob Dylan,
Black Flag,
Rakim,
Erykah Badu,
Unwound,
Avey Tare,
The Cowsills,
Rod Modell,
The Monochrome Set,
Johnny Osbourne,
Deepchord,
The Litter,
Rotary Connection,
Connie Case,
The Electric Prunes,
Quadrant,
Scientists,
Symarip,
Magma,
ABBA,
The Searchers,
Saccharine Trust,
Funky Four + One,
Dead Boys,
Delta 5,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ituana, Ituana, Ituana, Ituana.
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.