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 Slovenia and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 clarinet 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 Public Image Ltd. to the grime 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 Steve Hackett. All the underground hits.
All A Certain Ratio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Youth Brigade 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum 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 snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The J.B.'s,
The Vogues,
Unwound,
a-ha,
Porter Ricks,
Juan Atkins,
Delon & Dalcan,
Marvin Gaye,
X-Ray Spex,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Basic Channel,
Johnny Clarke,
Junior Murvin,
Erykah Badu,
Grey Daturas,
The Martian,
Y Pants,
Index,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Fugs,
The Divine Comedy,
Chris & Cosey,
Gregory Isaacs,
Roger Hodgson,
Godley & Creme,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Tommy Roe,
Crispy Ambulance,
Throbbing Gristle,
Man Eating Sloth,
Boredoms,
Smog,
Black Bananas,
Shuggie Otis,
The Pretty Things,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lightning Bolt,
Crooked Eye,
Moby Grape,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Mars,
Whodini,
New Order,
Eric Dolphy,
Kayak,
The Sonics,
The Doors,
Anakelly,
Maurizio,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Chris Corsano,
Davy DMX,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Kool Moe Dee,
PIL,
Rhythm & Sound,
Eric B and Rakim,
Accadde A,
Jesper Dahlback,
Qualms,
Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon.
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.