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 Djibouti and from Seoul.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the snare 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 David McCallum to the funk 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 Soul Sonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Red Lorry Yellow Lorry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rotary Connection 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba 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 mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alice Coltrane,
the Slits,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Parry Music,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Carl Craig,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Mr. Review,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Moby Grape,
Excepter,
Crooked Eye,
Public Image Ltd.,
Interpol,
Blancmange,
The Buckinghams,
June of 44,
Intrusion,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Red Krayola,
June Days,
ABC,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Dark Day,
Swans,
Slave,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Eddi Front,
Johnny Clarke,
Freddie Wadling,
Nirvana,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Malaria!,
Arthur Verocai,
The Real Kids,
Royal Trux,
cv313,
Pierre Henry,
Patti Smith,
the Sonics,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Accadde A,
Neil Young,
kango's stein massive,
The Residents,
Spandau Ballet,
The Martian,
The Grass Roots,
Marvin Gaye,
John Foxx,
Zero Boys,
Con Funk Shun,
The Count Five,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Subhumans,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bill Wells,
OOIOO,
Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins.
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.