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 Pakistan and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 clarinet 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 Accadde A to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Todd Terry. All the underground hits.
All Rhythim Is Rhythim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Leaves 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Beasts of Bourbon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Zeros,
Unwound,
Oblivians,
Pierre Henry,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Suicide,
Sixth Finger,
Camberwell Now,
Unrelated Segments,
Blancmange,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ten City,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Blackbyrds,
Blake Baxter,
Scratch Acid,
Brick,
Rekid,
Patti Smith,
The Velvet Underground,
Deakin,
Ultimate Spinach,
Moss Icon,
The Misunderstood,
Marc Almond,
Au Pairs,
B.T. Express,
Stiv Bators,
Joe Finger,
Letta Mbulu,
Lower 48,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Eddi Front,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Jacques Brel,
John Cale,
Franke,
Das Ding,
Man Parrish,
Minnie Riperton,
Minor Threat,
Japan,
Pagans,
Inner City,
Circle Jerks,
Shoche,
H. Thieme,
Sun City Girls,
Arthur Verocai,
The Detroit Cobras,
Joyce Sims,
Robert Wyatt,
Ralphi Rosario,
Mr. Review,
The Star Department,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bauhaus,
Dead Boys,
Faraquet,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Mary Jane Girls,
Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions.
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.