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 Comoros and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Invisible to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Womack tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Traffic Nightmare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare 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 harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Goldenarms,
Stiv Bators,
Gang Starr,
Joey Negro,
La Düsseldorf,
Sex Pistols,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bang On A Can,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Detroit Cobras,
Organ,
Siglo XX,
Cluster,
Aaron Thompson,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Archie Shepp,
Minor Threat,
Godley & Creme,
Faraquet,
Joyce Sims,
Eddi Front,
Nick Fraelich,
Barrington Levy,
Parry Music,
Lakeside,
Lower 48,
The Kinks,
Saccharine Trust,
Moby Grape,
Flipper,
The Blues Magoos,
Glenn Branca,
Supertramp,
Whodini,
Porter Ricks,
K-Klass,
In Retrospect,
kango's stein massive,
The Victims,
Silicon Teens,
The Residents,
Roxette,
The Walker Brothers,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Spandau Ballet,
Index,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Thee Headcoats,
Crooked Eye,
Robert Görl,
The Fugs,
Agent Orange,
Simply Red,
OOIOO,
Oneida,
Maurizio,
Bobby Sherman,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lee Hazlewood,
Pylon,
The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites.
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.