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 Barbados and from Madrid.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Portland.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar 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 Con Funk Shun to the techno 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 Arthur Verocai. All the underground hits.
All Prince Buster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dennis Brown 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ossler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Rufus Thomas,
Bill Wells,
Bill Near,
The Cure,
Eden Ahbez,
Sixth Finger,
Derrick May,
New Age Steppers,
Janne Schatter,
The Divine Comedy,
the Bar-Kays,
Eli Mardock,
World's Most,
The Blackbyrds,
Half Japanese,
Robert Görl,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Eric Dolphy,
The Velvet Underground,
Deadbeat,
Das Ding,
Kool Moe Dee,
Maleditus Sound,
Average White Band,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Agitation Free,
The Monks,
Procol Harum,
Freddie Wadling,
Jawbox,
The American Breed,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Con Funk Shun,
Khruangbin,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Gladiators,
Sarah Menescal,
The Beau Brummels,
Von Mondo,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Interpol,
Sonic Youth,
Clear Light,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Reuben Wilson,
DJ Sneak,
Severed Heads,
Q65,
Funky Four + One,
Depeche Mode,
Jacob Miller,
The Blues Magoos,
Japan,
Wolf Eyes,
Henry Cow,
MC5,
Saccharine Trust,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Litter, The Litter, The Litter, The Litter.
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.