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 Costa Rica and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 güiro 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 Index to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Talk Talk. All the underground hits.
All Frankie Knuckles tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Audionom 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron 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 theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Marcia Griffiths,
Crispy Ambulance,
Drexciya,
Mandrill,
Flamin' Groovies,
Brick,
Interpol,
June Days,
Grey Daturas,
Main Source,
10cc,
Colin Newman,
Roy Ayers,
Quando Quango,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Gladiators,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Brand Nubian,
John Holt,
Harmonia,
Idris Muhammad,
Scion,
Jacques Brel,
Iggy Pop,
Con Funk Shun,
The Moody Blues,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Evens,
June of 44,
Robert Görl,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Average White Band,
Organ,
The Move,
Excepter,
F. McDonald,
Anakelly,
Reuben Wilson,
Flipper,
Man Eating Sloth,
Angry Samoans,
Siglo XX,
The Motions,
Magma,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Kenny Larkin,
Erykah Badu,
Camberwell Now,
La Düsseldorf,
The American Breed,
Whodini,
The Angels of Light,
The Skatalites,
Joe Finger,
Marc Almond,
Spandau Ballet,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Panda Bear,
Lalann, Lalann, Lalann, Lalann.
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.