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 Dominica and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Columbus.
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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Flesh Eaters to the grime 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew. All the underground hits.
All The Golliwogs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Enemy 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro 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 mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mo-Dettes,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Monks,
Faust,
Ultra Naté,
The Buckinghams,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Shoche,
The Raincoats,
Joey Negro,
Dennis Brown,
Bobbi Humphrey,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Archie Shepp,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Absolute Body Control,
The Last Poets,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lucky Dragons,
Echospace,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Walker Brothers,
The Grass Roots,
Fear,
the Soft Cell,
Man Parrish,
Sex Pistols,
Public Enemy,
Deepchord,
Mad Mike,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Slave,
Crooked Eye,
The Associates,
Delta 5,
Piero Umiliani,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ronnie Foster,
Massinfluence,
The Golliwogs,
The Pop Group,
Newcleus,
Mark Hollis,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Smog,
R.M.O.,
Moss Icon,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Pylon,
Junior Murvin,
John Coltrane,
Soft Cell,
OOIOO,
Janne Schatter,
The Blackbyrds,
Prince Buster,
Kevin Saunderson,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Pierre Henry,
Reuben Wilson,
Ice-T,
Pantaleimon,
Nas, Nas, Nas, Nas.
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.