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 Uruguay and from Glasgow.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Holger Czukay 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 Radio Birdman to the funk 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 Pulsallama. All the underground hits.
All Kings Of Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Normal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dorothy Ashby record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mummies,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Rosa Yemen,
Jandek,
Davy DMX,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Gap Band,
Rhythm & Sound,
Japan,
AZ,
B.T. Express,
Essential Logic,
Pulsallama,
Newcleus,
Television Personalities,
Trumans Water,
Isaac Hayes,
Icehouse,
Sun City Girls,
Slave,
Andrew Hill,
The Move,
Mo-Dettes,
Vainqueur,
Subhumans,
The Velvet Underground,
The Star Department,
Barclay James Harvest,
Moby Grape,
Wolf Eyes,
Bill Near,
The New Christs,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Howard Jones,
Beasts of Bourbon,
DNA,
Shuggie Otis,
Derrick May,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
ABBA,
Idris Muhammad,
Ultravox,
Radio Birdman,
a-ha,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Delon & Dalcan,
Negative Approach,
Throbbing Gristle,
PIL,
Robert Hood,
The J.B.'s,
Ituana,
Ludus,
Quando Quango,
Deadbeat,
Scion,
The Flesh Eaters,
Pierre Henry,
Flash Fearless,
Nirvana,
The Human League, The Human League, The Human League, The Human League.
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.