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 Cape Verde and from Tokyo.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Remains. All the underground hits.
All The Victims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jawbox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Surgeon,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Fortunes,
Barbara Tucker,
The Detroit Cobras,
D'Angelo,
The Barracudas,
The Dead C,
Peter and Kerry,
Panda Bear,
Boogie Down Productions,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Moody Blues,
Man Parrish,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Divine Comedy,
Hardrive,
The Mummies,
Fear,
Electric Prunes,
Joensuu 1685,
Magazine,
Boredoms,
The Monochrome Set,
Ice-T,
Q65,
Malaria!,
The Associates,
David Bowie,
Fugazi,
Isaac Hayes,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Goldenarms,
Anakelly,
The Sonics,
Dual Sessions,
Erykah Badu,
Brothers Johnson,
Rotary Connection,
Eve St. Jones,
New Order,
Matthew Bourne,
Sun Ra,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Skarface,
Cameo,
Agent Orange,
Alison Limerick,
The Names,
Simply Red,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Banda Bassotti,
Robert Görl,
The Toasters,
Sällskapet,
The Dirtbombs,
Chrome,
Skriet,
Matthew Halsall,
Steve Hackett,
the Sonics,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket.
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.