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 Spain and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & Metallica tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Josef K 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moebius record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Guru Guru,
Matthew Bourne,
Public Image Ltd.,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
EPMD,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
L. Decosne,
Thompson Twins,
Archie Shepp,
The Litter,
Howard Jones,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sonny Sharrock,
Throbbing Gristle,
Public Enemy,
Traffic Nightmare,
Pantytec,
Quando Quango,
The Slits,
The American Breed,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Kas Product,
cv313,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Dennis Brown,
Nirvana,
Suicide,
Dead Boys,
Rotary Connection,
Sexual Harrassment,
Brand Nubian,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sarah Menescal,
Masters at Work,
Absolute Body Control,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Echospace,
The Tremeloes,
Vladislav Delay,
Quantec,
Gerry Rafferty,
Maurizio,
Erykah Badu,
Albert Ayler,
Make Up,
Davy DMX,
OOIOO,
Jeff Mills,
Matthew Halsall,
Marine Girls,
Faraquet,
Bobby Sherman,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Amon Düül,
Freddie Wadling,
Stereo Dub,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Desert Stars,
Surgeon,
Nas,
Lightning Bolt,
Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls.
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.