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 Belarus 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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 D'Angelo to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Gichy Dan. All the underground hits.
All Skaos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & Metallica 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Eating Sloth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-102,
Maleditus Sound,
Ronan,
The Fire Engines,
The Five Americans,
Swell Maps,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Magma,
Cal Tjader,
The New Christs,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Spandau Ballet,
Lower 48,
Average White Band,
The Dave Clark Five,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Avey Tare,
The Motions,
Lightning Bolt,
PIL,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Quadrant,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Country Teasers,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ornette Coleman,
Half Japanese,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Martian,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lakeside,
Dave Gahan,
Yusef Lateef,
R.M.O.,
Pierre Henry,
Panda Bear,
Prince Buster,
Angry Samoans,
Fad Gadget,
The Barracudas,
Brass Construction,
Maurizio,
Barrington Levy,
Althea and Donna,
Fat Boys,
10cc,
cv313,
Donny Hathaway,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
June Days,
New Age Steppers,
Faust,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bronski Beat,
The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers.
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.