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 Iraq and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 808 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 Minny Pops to the rock 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 B.T. Express. All the underground hits.
All Pierre Henry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every U.S. Maple record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 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 sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Make Up,
K-Klass,
Junior Murvin,
Carl Craig,
Althea and Donna,
the Germs,
La Düsseldorf,
Joe Smooth,
Sister Nancy,
Easy Going,
Rhythm & Sound,
Crispian St. Peters,
Audionom,
Bluetip,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Erasure,
Parry Music,
Howard Jones,
CMW,
Groovy Waters,
Buzzcocks,
World's Most,
Moby Grape,
Von Mondo,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bobby Womack,
Trumans Water,
the Sonics,
One Last Wish,
Chrome,
Deepchord,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Steve Hackett,
Delon & Dalcan,
Camouflage,
H. Thieme,
This Heat,
Young Marble Giants,
Jawbox,
The Remains,
Technova,
Kurtis Blow,
The Index,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Jeru the Damaja,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Cymande,
The Tremeloes,
The Pop Group,
Roxy Music,
Fat Boys,
David McCallum,
Accadde A,
Dennis Brown,
Scrapy,
Average White Band,
Jandek,
Rufus Thomas,
Gong,
Quadrant,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Selecter,
Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith.
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.