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 Bolivia and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 theremin 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 Porter Ricks to the disco 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 Bill Wells. All the underground hits.
All Whodini tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smoke 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin 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 sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Walker Brothers,
Theoretical Girls,
The Remains,
Derrick Morgan,
X-Ray Spex,
Carl Craig,
David Bowie,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Detroit Cobras,
Tubeway Army,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Dirtbombs,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Fall,
Steve Hackett,
Tom Boy,
Joyce Sims,
Bobby Womack,
Easy Going,
The Pretty Things,
The Vogues,
Robert Görl,
Flipper,
Nick Fraelich,
Cheater Slicks,
Boz Scaggs,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
One Last Wish,
Eric Dolphy,
Flash Fearless,
Sun City Girls,
Morten Harket,
Lungfish,
T.S.O.L.,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Vainqueur,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Doors,
Bronski Beat,
Man Parrish,
Alton Ellis,
The Cowsills,
Ultra Naté,
Gang Green,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Niagra,
MC5,
Nico,
Skaos,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Metal Thangz,
Qualms,
Wire,
The Searchers,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman.
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.