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 Peru and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 The Gun Club to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Marvin Gaye. All the underground hits.
All The Last Poets tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cheater Slicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Index record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alison Limerick,
Jacob Miller,
Morten Harket,
Cecil Taylor,
Rapeman,
The Searchers,
The Alarm Clocks,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Los Fastidios,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Man Parrish,
Intrusion,
the Swans,
Rosa Yemen,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Nirvana,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Associates,
Joe Smooth,
The Raincoats,
Maurizio,
The Fire Engines,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Desert Stars,
The Fortunes,
Soft Cell,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
PIL,
Roger Hodgson,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Niagra,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Wake,
Young Marble Giants,
The Cowsills,
Angry Samoans,
The Motions,
Whodini,
The J.B.'s,
Man Eating Sloth,
Depeche Mode,
Chris & Cosey,
Archie Shepp,
Funky Four + One,
Junior Murvin,
Gang Starr,
Traffic Nightmare,
Malaria!,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Index,
Fela Kuti,
Bobby Womack,
Cheater Slicks,
Camberwell Now,
Surgeon,
Crime,
Joensuu 1685,
Can,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Velvet Underground,
The Monks,
Slave, Slave, Slave, Slave.
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.