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 Vanuatu and from Stockholm.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Donald Fagen 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 B.T. Express to the rap 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 Main Source. All the underground hits.
All The Music Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Velvet Underground record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Newcleus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tres Demented,
Neil Young,
Cecil Taylor,
Das Ding,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
the Association,
Barry Ungar,
Kaleidoscope,
The Real Kids,
Aloha Tigers,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Radiohead,
MC5,
Q65,
Fugazi,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Offenders,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sex Pistols,
Tom Boy,
Thee Headcoats,
Fad Gadget,
The Busters,
X-Ray Spex,
the Swans,
This Heat,
Khruangbin,
Barrington Levy,
Black Moon,
the Soft Cell,
Erykah Badu,
New York Dolls,
Kevin Saunderson,
Von Mondo,
Lou Reed,
Joey Negro,
Supertramp,
Lyres,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Remains,
Gil Scott Heron,
Skaos,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Black Sheep,
Colin Newman,
Sight & Sound,
Rites of Spring,
David Bowie,
MDC,
Masters at Work,
Bad Manners,
Index,
Michelle Simonal,
Fluxion,
The Angels of Light,
Sam Rivers,
The Evens,
E-Dancer,
LL Cool J,
Royal Trux,
Unrelated Segments,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Litter,
The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings.
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.