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 Mexico and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 K-Klass to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Maleditus Sound. All the underground hits.
All Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fugazi record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Josef K record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ornette Coleman,
Motorama,
Reuben Wilson,
Dark Day,
Quando Quango,
The Five Americans,
Hoover,
Jerry's Kids,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Half Japanese,
Alison Limerick,
The Birthday Party,
The J.B.'s,
Blossom Toes,
ABC,
Loose Ends,
La Düsseldorf,
Jacob Miller,
One Last Wish,
Panda Bear,
Stetsasonic,
Babytalk,
Mr. Review,
Depeche Mode,
Bob Dylan,
Lindisfarne,
Davy DMX,
Rapeman,
The Monks,
This Heat,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
H. Thieme,
Todd Rundgren,
The Young Rascals,
Heaven 17,
Japan,
The Gap Band,
10cc,
Deadbeat,
Popol Vuh,
Bad Manners,
T. Rex,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Howard Jones,
Sexual Harrassment,
Pierre Henry,
Dual Sessions,
Scott Walker,
Monolake,
June of 44,
the Soft Cell,
Metal Thangz,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ken Boothe,
Cheater Slicks,
Von Mondo,
Warren Ellis,
Kayak,
The Evens,
Black Sheep,
Scion, Scion, Scion, Scion.
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.