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 Lesotho and from Hong Kong.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Residents to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon. All the underground hits.
All Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spandau Ballet 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro 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 an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Machine,
The Shadows of Knight,
Infiniti,
Henry Cow,
Surgeon,
The Fortunes,
Josef K,
Marc Almond,
Kerrie Biddell,
Janne Schatter,
Aaron Thompson,
DJ Style,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
the Germs,
Television Personalities,
Kas Product,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Jerry's Kids,
Liliput,
The Mojo Men,
Royal Trux,
Television,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ralphi Rosario,
Eric Copeland,
John Foxx,
The United States of America,
Morten Harket,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bobby Womack,
Negative Approach,
Groovy Waters,
The Birthday Party,
Absolute Body Control,
Bobby Sherman,
The Velvet Underground,
a-ha,
Stiv Bators,
The Raincoats,
Rekid,
Accadde A,
Dual Sessions,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ronnie Foster,
Unrelated Segments,
Siglo XX,
Harpers Bizarre,
Oblivians,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
UT,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Prince Buster,
Skriet,
Suburban Knight,
Buzzcocks,
the Bar-Kays,
Toni Rubio,
Lungfish,
Metal Thangz,
Grauzone,
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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.