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 Nepal and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Sound Behaviour to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Bootsy Collins. All the underground hits.
All Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sex Pistols record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 theremin and a rhodes 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 arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Maleditus Sound,
The Gap Band,
Jimmy McGriff,
Rufus Thomas,
Alton Ellis,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Barclay James Harvest,
AZ,
June Days,
Fatback Band,
John Cale,
Todd Rundgren,
Circle Jerks,
These Immortal Souls,
Brand Nubian,
Mr. Review,
Sixth Finger,
Davy DMX,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
kango's stein massive,
Rakim,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Porter Ricks,
Ice-T,
Drexciya,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Das Ding,
Underground Resistance,
Sight & Sound,
Scion,
Cheater Slicks,
B.T. Express,
Godley & Creme,
Gang Gang Dance,
Monks,
Essential Logic,
Black Flag,
Gang Starr,
Magma,
Intrusion,
Tomorrow,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Duran Duran,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Colin Newman,
Trumans Water,
Simply Red,
The Detroit Cobras,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Quantec,
Tears for Fears,
Barrington Levy,
The Velvet Underground,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lakeside,
The Move,
Public Enemy,
The Happenings,
UT,
Organ, Organ, Organ, Organ.
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.