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 Chile and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Sly & The Family Stone to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Moleskins. All the underground hits.
All Man Eating Sloth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q65 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin 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 oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalo Schifrin,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Minor Threat,
Yellowson,
Inner City,
Franke,
Eddi Front,
Cybotron,
Pagans,
It's A Beautiful Day,
DJ Style,
Motorama,
Charles Mingus,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Slackers,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Connie Case,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Red Krayola,
Dave Gahan,
Oneida,
Skaos,
The Cure,
Nas,
Dark Day,
Crime,
DNA,
The Monks,
Sixth Finger,
The Five Americans,
Boogie Down Productions,
June of 44,
The Golliwogs,
Sandy B,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
This Heat,
Sister Nancy,
Das Ding,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Wally Richardson,
Hot Snakes,
Lungfish,
Camouflage,
Altered Images,
Suicide,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Matthew Bourne,
Jesper Dahlback,
Funkadelic,
Yaz,
Gang Green,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Underground Resistance,
The Pretty Things,
Marvin Gaye,
The New Christs,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Alphaville,
Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron.
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.