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 Mali and from Portland.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 The Searchers to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Cymande. All the underground hits.
All The Residents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marine Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cluster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Stooges,
Japan,
Organ,
Smog,
Lucky Dragons,
Skriet,
Darondo,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Freddie Wadling,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Motions,
The Cure,
Pulsallama,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ice-T,
Pantytec,
Black Moon,
Roxy Music,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gabor Szabo,
John Cale,
Schoolly D,
Hasil Adkins,
Gong,
Todd Terry,
Monolake,
David Bowie,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
New Age Steppers,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Y Pants,
Joey Negro,
Bauhaus,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bobby Byrd,
Eric Copeland,
June Days,
Whodini,
Aural Exciters,
KRS-One,
The Angels of Light,
Dorothy Ashby,
Scrapy,
Matthew Halsall,
Basic Channel,
Masters at Work,
In Retrospect,
The Vogues,
Make Up,
UT,
Kerri Chandler,
Dave Gahan,
Kurtis Blow,
The Associates,
OOIOO,
Bill Near,
The Blues Magoos,
New Order,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Rotary Connection,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Glenn Branca,
The Human League,
Slick Rick,
Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour.
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.