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 Canada and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 Philadelphia and New York.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Agitation Free to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Dawn Penn. All the underground hits.
All the Association tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joey Negro record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Index record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
U.S. Maple,
Prince Buster,
Jacques Brel,
Theoretical Girls,
Half Japanese,
Dennis Brown,
Lungfish,
The Litter,
Lou Reed,
Tom Boy,
Gregory Isaacs,
Rosa Yemen,
Morten Harket,
Gerry Rafferty,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
PIL,
Harmonia,
EPMD,
Dorothy Ashby,
Brand Nubian,
Index,
Minor Threat,
Severed Heads,
Spoonie Gee,
Excepter,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Reagan Youth,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
R.M.O.,
The Saints,
Magazine,
Country Teasers,
Duran Duran,
ABC,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Depeche Mode,
Eric B and Rakim,
Terrestrial Tones,
Funky Four + One,
Cecil Taylor,
Barbara Tucker,
DJ Sneak,
Ohio Players,
Bobby Sherman,
Make Up,
Suicide,
Youth Brigade,
kango's stein massive,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Crime,
Stiv Bators,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Warsaw,
Yaz,
Sonic Youth,
Anthony Braxton,
Arab on Radar,
Nik Kershaw,
The Pop Group,
Joy Division,
Siglo XX,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Zapp, Zapp, Zapp, Zapp.
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.