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 Bahrain and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Quantec to the jazz 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 Cal Tjader. All the underground hits.
All Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yellowson 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro 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 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Freddie Wadling,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Girls At Our Best!,
Rod Modell,
Lightning Bolt,
Audionom,
kango's stein massive,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
the Germs,
Soft Machine,
Adolescents,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sandy B,
Brand Nubian,
Roxy Music,
ABBA,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Khruangbin,
Boz Scaggs,
Minny Pops,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Kerrie Biddell,
Mandrill,
Jandek,
The Kinks,
H. Thieme,
Silicon Teens,
X-Ray Spex,
Duran Duran,
Pierre Henry,
MDC,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Model 500,
Man Eating Sloth,
Smog,
Skriet,
Warren Ellis,
The Cure,
Chrome,
Theoretical Girls,
Heaven 17,
Fad Gadget,
Radiohead,
James Chance & The Contortions,
the Bar-Kays,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
World's Most,
the Swans,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Amon Düül,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Red Krayola,
The Leaves,
Deepchord,
Massinfluence,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
LL Cool J,
R.M.O.,
The Blackbyrds,
Dark Day,
The Last Poets,
Vainqueur,
The Cramps,
Inner City, Inner City, Inner City, Inner City.
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.