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 Jamaica and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Absolute Body Control to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Angry Samoans. All the underground hits.
All Bill Wells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalo Schifrin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 synthesizer and a marimba 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 marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Modern Lovers,
the Swans,
Fatback Band,
Section 25,
Lebanon Hanover,
Nik Kershaw,
Godley & Creme,
The Move,
Byron Stingily,
Matthew Bourne,
Barbara Tucker,
Kool Moe Dee,
Country Joe & The Fish,
FM Einheit,
Lee Hazlewood,
Piero Umiliani,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gichy Dan,
Drive Like Jehu,
Spoonie Gee,
Derrick May,
Mo-Dettes,
Cal Tjader,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Junior Murvin,
Yaz,
Oneida,
Public Image Ltd.,
the Slits,
Yazoo,
Tubeway Army,
Joey Negro,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lalann,
Tomorrow,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sarah Menescal,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bad Manners,
the Germs,
Wire,
The Remains,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Mojo Men,
Curtis Mayfield,
8 Eyed Spy,
Surgeon,
ABC,
Derrick Morgan,
Rakim,
Qualms,
KRS-One,
Gabor Szabo,
Brothers Johnson,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Parry Music,
The Dirtbombs,
The Saints,
Skaos,
Fluxion,
The Golliwogs,
Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls.
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.