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 Burundi and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Dead C to the punk 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 Q65. All the underground hits.
All Motorama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moss Icon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 guitar and a güiro 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 rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Kurtis Blow,
Leonard Cohen,
The Searchers,
Franke,
Gong,
Goldenarms,
Skarface,
Brothers Johnson,
Cheater Slicks,
Television Personalities,
It's A Beautiful Day,
the Fania All-Stars,
Nils Olav,
Altered Images,
Sparks,
Kas Product,
The Residents,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
China Crisis,
The Fuzztones,
The Fortunes,
Alice Coltrane,
Mr. Review,
Severed Heads,
Rekid,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Remains,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The J.B.'s,
Absolute Body Control,
Con Funk Shun,
Eric Copeland,
Warsaw,
The Offenders,
Ponytail,
Agitation Free,
Buzzcocks,
Infiniti,
Kaleidoscope,
Wally Richardson,
Swans,
Das Ding,
Tropical Tobacco,
JFA,
Qualms,
Sugar Minott,
Black Flag,
the Association,
Thee Headcoats,
Hardrive,
MC5,
8 Eyed Spy,
Flipper,
Massinfluence,
Soulsonic Force,
U.S. Maple,
Angry Samoans,
Desert Stars,
Pole,
Ultravox,
Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt.
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.