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 Chad and from Tehran.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 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 Matthew Halsall to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Bobby Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Peter and Kerry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ornette Coleman 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Flesh Eaters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxy Music,
Infiniti,
Mars,
Boredoms,
Alphaville,
8 Eyed Spy,
Heaven 17,
Fela Kuti,
Archie Shepp,
Stockholm Monsters,
Television,
Isaac Hayes,
Reagan Youth,
Jesper Dahlback,
Adolescents,
Harmonia,
Grey Daturas,
The Walker Brothers,
Aural Exciters,
Josef K,
X-101,
Skriet,
The Sisters of Mercy,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Moody Blues,
Rapeman,
Bootsy Collins,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Fatback Band,
Ohio Players,
Unrelated Segments,
Kaleidoscope,
Black Moon,
Dual Sessions,
Slave,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Essential Logic,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Rufus Thomas,
Zapp,
Faraquet,
the Sonics,
Sun Ra,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Stooges,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
K-Klass,
Sun City Girls,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Moleskins,
Jacob Miller,
Angry Samoans,
The Names,
Ronan,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Mark Hollis,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Prince Buster,
The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party.
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.