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 Estonia and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lagos.
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 snare 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 Glenn Branca to the rock 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 Supertramp. All the underground hits.
All The Black Dice tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cabaret Voltaire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe 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 güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tears for Fears,
The Motions,
Joey Negro,
Josef K,
Iggy Pop,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Black Moon,
Icehouse,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bootsy Collins,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
David Bowie,
Mr. Review,
The Leaves,
Sam Rivers,
The Standells,
AZ,
Heaven 17,
DNA,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
MDC,
Kas Product,
The J.B.'s,
Shuggie Otis,
Eric Copeland,
Malaria!,
New Order,
La Düsseldorf,
Second Layer,
Television,
Easy Going,
Joensuu 1685,
X-Ray Spex,
The Stooges,
China Crisis,
U.S. Maple,
Subhumans,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bobby Byrd,
The Golliwogs,
Nirvana,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Adolescents,
PIL,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bluetip,
The Pretty Things,
The Count Five,
New Age Steppers,
B.T. Express,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Roxette,
Man Eating Sloth,
Funkadelic,
Dave Gahan,
The Real Kids,
The Smiths,
Scratch Acid,
The New Christs,
Cybotron,
Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim.
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.