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 Guinea and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Martian to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Suburban Knight. All the underground hits.
All The Music Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Theoretical Girls 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 The Gun Club record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Josef K,
Sun City Girls,
B.T. Express,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Main Source,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
New York Dolls,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Funkadelic,
The Associates,
Mandrill,
Bill Near,
Clear Light,
Stereo Dub,
The Fugs,
Tears for Fears,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Black Bananas,
Dorothy Ashby,
Animal Collective,
Intrusion,
Absolute Body Control,
Crooked Eye,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Alarm Clocks,
Marvin Gaye,
Ponytail,
Todd Terry,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Happenings,
David Bowie,
Patti Smith,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Mummies,
Lungfish,
Roxy Music,
The Fuzztones,
Ultimate Spinach,
Derrick Morgan,
Bobby Sherman,
Lyres,
Derrick May,
Eric Dolphy,
The Real Kids,
Anthony Braxton,
Ronnie Foster,
Unwound,
Bobby Womack,
Groovy Waters,
Technova,
Robert Hood,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ossler,
Man Eating Sloth,
Angry Samoans,
DNA,
Eli Mardock,
China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis.
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.