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 Zambia and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 R.M.O. to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Bush Tetras. All the underground hits.
All Moby Grape tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord 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,
The Detroit Cobras,
Masters at Work,
Bobby Sherman,
Pierre Henry,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Cramps,
Tom Boy,
Junior Murvin,
The Happenings,
World's Most,
Kerri Chandler,
Crime,
Cheater Slicks,
Joyce Sims,
The Barracudas,
Erasure,
Marshall Jefferson,
Peter and Kerry,
T.S.O.L.,
Procol Harum,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Al Stewart,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bluetip,
Zapp,
The Gories,
Magazine,
The Fall,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ludus,
Yazoo,
Tommy Roe,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Niagra,
Livin' Joy,
The Trojans,
The Velvet Underground,
The Moody Blues,
A Certain Ratio,
Clear Light,
Marine Girls,
The Residents,
Henry Cow,
Guru Guru,
Monolake,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ponytail,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Mo-Dettes,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Fatback Band,
Schoolly D,
New Age Steppers,
Barrington Levy,
Cymande,
a-ha,
ABBA, ABBA, ABBA, ABBA.
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.