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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 linndrum 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 Model 500 to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Amon Düül. All the underground hits.
All New Order tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yazoo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord 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 oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Germs,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Cramps,
Prince Buster,
Harry Pussy,
The Trojans,
Ash Ra Tempel,
China Crisis,
Nation of Ulysses,
Soft Machine,
X-102,
R.M.O.,
the Soft Cell,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Black Moon,
Morten Harket,
Wally Richardson,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Move,
Mission of Burma,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sight & Sound,
Gastr Del Sol,
Eddi Front,
The Motions,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Easy Going,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Throbbing Gristle,
Drexciya,
The Names,
L. Decosne,
Marc Almond,
Agent Orange,
Lou Reed,
Cybotron,
Kenny Larkin,
The Dead C,
Faraquet,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bill Near,
John Coltrane,
Brick,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Flamin' Groovies,
Graham Central Station,
Nas,
E-Dancer,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Eric Dolphy,
D'Angelo,
the Human League,
Bobby Womack,
Boogie Down Productions,
Soulsonic Force,
Talk Talk,
Crime,
Buzzcocks,
Girls At Our Best!,
Half Japanese,
Urselle,
Arthur Verocai,
Jandek,
Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen.
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.