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 Montenegro and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Scratch Acid to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Das Ding. All the underground hits.
All Soft Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monolake 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar 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 spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Talk Talk,
Kayak,
Aswad,
The Fortunes,
The Seeds,
Depeche Mode,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bootsy Collins,
The Tremeloes,
The Human League,
Chrome,
Parry Music,
Wasted Youth,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Aloha Tigers,
Crooked Eye,
The Slits,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Mojo Men,
Crispy Ambulance,
John Cale,
Buzzcocks,
Max Romeo,
R.M.O.,
Marcia Griffiths,
Hardrive,
F. McDonald,
The Leaves,
Wolf Eyes,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Nils Olav,
The Cowsills,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Simply Red,
Slick Rick,
Eddi Front,
Jeru the Damaja,
Nirvana,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Neon Judgement,
Swell Maps,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Popol Vuh,
Bob Dylan,
June Days,
Maurizio,
Black Pus,
Lower 48,
Magma,
The Detroit Cobras,
D'Angelo,
The Cramps,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Wake,
Amon Düül,
Soft Cell,
Scientists,
ABC,
Reagan Youth,
Minutemen,
Don Cherry,
Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust.
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.