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 Ukraine and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Dawn Penn to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Gang Green. All the underground hits.
All The Birthday Party tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siouxsie and the Banshees 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin 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 synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doors,
Crime,
The Fortunes,
Faraquet,
Monolake,
Desert Stars,
Glambeats Corp.,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Dave Clark Five,
Rhythm & Sound,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Aural Exciters,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Victims,
The Shadows of Knight,
Pantytec,
Von Mondo,
Lucky Dragons,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Unwound,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Supertramp,
Eli Mardock,
Porter Ricks,
Ultravox,
Eric Dolphy,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Walker Brothers,
Boz Scaggs,
Rod Modell,
The Beau Brummels,
Faust,
Barclay James Harvest,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Blues Magoos,
the Soft Cell,
Altered Images,
Eurythmics,
The Dirtbombs,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Erykah Badu,
In Retrospect,
Sound Behaviour,
David Axelrod,
Chris Corsano,
Roger Hodgson,
Wire,
Scan 7,
Scion,
Soft Cell,
Spandau Ballet,
Roy Ayers,
Model 500,
Inner City,
Trumans Water,
Public Enemy,
Todd Rundgren,
Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme.
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.