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 Georgia and from Salvador.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 The Raincoats to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 MDC. All the underground hits.
All Gichy Dan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Cell 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marvin Gaye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerrie Biddell,
June Days,
Organ,
Livin' Joy,
Ultravox,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Aloha Tigers,
Depeche Mode,
The Remains,
Eden Ahbez,
The Sonics,
Pole,
Joey Negro,
Agent Orange,
The Monks,
Dave Gahan,
The Dave Clark Five,
cv313,
Basic Channel,
Ralphi Rosario,
Derrick May,
Reagan Youth,
Ice-T,
Wolf Eyes,
Black Pus,
X-102,
Yaz,
The Pretty Things,
David Axelrod,
Byron Stingily,
Bluetip,
The Modern Lovers,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Zapp,
Matthew Bourne,
Make Up,
A Certain Ratio,
DJ Style,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Rod Modell,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Tomorrow,
Nirvana,
Ronnie Foster,
Kurtis Blow,
Kaleidoscope,
The Toasters,
Camberwell Now,
Scratch Acid,
Sonic Youth,
Mantronix,
DJ Sneak,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gil Scott Heron,
Kool Moe Dee,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Neil Young,
The Litter,
The Selecter,
Chris Corsano,
Sound Behaviour,
Q65, Q65, Q65, Q65.
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.