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 Madagascar and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Idris Muhammad to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Lightning Bolt. All the underground hits.
All The Skatalites tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mad Mike 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bad Manners record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kas Product,
Jeff Lynne,
The Fugs,
Ultra Naté,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ultravox,
Yellowson,
Interpol,
Arab on Radar,
The Beau Brummels,
Moebius,
The Birthday Party,
New Age Steppers,
The Mummies,
Max Romeo,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sandy B,
Kenny Larkin,
Tres Demented,
Kerri Chandler,
The Saints,
E-Dancer,
The Offenders,
Blancmange,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Tom Boy,
Harry Pussy,
Agitation Free,
Brothers Johnson,
The Move,
Gang of Four,
Slave,
Tears for Fears,
Buzzcocks,
Drive Like Jehu,
Black Sheep,
Robert Hood,
Crash Course in Science,
Marshall Jefferson,
Scion,
Bauhaus,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Neu!,
Bad Manners,
Y Pants,
Lalo Schifrin,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Metal Thangz,
Ronan,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Gastr Del Sol,
New York Dolls,
Country Teasers,
the Normal,
Silicon Teens,
Subhumans,
Ituana,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone.
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.