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 Mongolia and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Joe Smooth to the dance 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 Wolf Eyes. All the underground hits.
All Schoolly D tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harry Pussy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 marimba and a guitar 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 guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ponytail,
Nils Olav,
Groovy Waters,
Fugazi,
Sound Behaviour,
CMW,
Eli Mardock,
EPMD,
Vladislav Delay,
the Association,
Lucky Dragons,
Black Flag,
Funkadelic,
Vainqueur,
The Knickerbockers,
The Star Department,
Make Up,
8 Eyed Spy,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Television,
Wasted Youth,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
48th St. Collective,
Barbara Tucker,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ken Boothe,
Fear,
Quantec,
The Grass Roots,
The Residents,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Black Bananas,
Warsaw,
Rekid,
KRS-One,
Jandek,
Heaven 17,
Dennis Brown,
Joy Division,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sam Rivers,
Terrestrial Tones,
Eric Copeland,
Clear Light,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Second Layer,
Crime,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Max Romeo,
The Human League,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Angry Samoans,
These Immortal Souls,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Mummies,
Masters at Work,
Jesper Dahlback,
Alton Ellis,
ABC,
Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review.
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.