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 Morocco and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 guitar 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 Interpol to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Lalann. All the underground hits.
All The Associates tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skriet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum 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 güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Wake,
Bob Dylan,
Porter Ricks,
The Standells,
The Dave Clark Five,
Adolescents,
Basic Channel,
Sandy B,
Curtis Mayfield,
Heaven 17,
China Crisis,
Brick,
The Mummies,
The Skatalites,
T. Rex,
Zero Boys,
Easy Going,
Colin Newman,
David Bowie,
Ituana,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Gories,
Groovy Waters,
Mission of Burma,
Throbbing Gristle,
Mad Mike,
David Axelrod,
Depeche Mode,
Cymande,
Marc Almond,
Drive Like Jehu,
D'Angelo,
The Young Rascals,
Absolute Body Control,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Pretty Things,
Matthew Bourne,
Sam Rivers,
Cal Tjader,
H. Thieme,
Monolake,
Scratch Acid,
Eden Ahbez,
Unrelated Segments,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Skarface,
Nas,
Barbara Tucker,
Agent Orange,
Simply Red,
Second Layer,
Funkadelic,
Pole,
Pierre Henry,
The Grass Roots,
The Fuzztones,
Zapp,
Bronski Beat,
Jerry's Kids,
10cc,
Sonic Youth,
the Normal,
Brass Construction,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins.
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.