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 Guinea-Bissau and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Finger to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Unwound. All the underground hits.
All Carl Craig tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skaos 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ 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 güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Supertramp,
Whodini,
Ossler,
Suicide,
June of 44,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Pussy Galore,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Amon Düül II,
DNA,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Moss Icon,
Sonic Youth,
Jerry's Kids,
Black Sheep,
Davy DMX,
10cc,
Trumans Water,
The Gories,
Spandau Ballet,
The Move,
Skarface,
Tears for Fears,
Eden Ahbez,
Silicon Teens,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Star Department,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Pylon,
Sex Pistols,
the Sonics,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Tim Buckley,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Mission of Burma,
In Retrospect,
Matthew Halsall,
The American Breed,
Youth Brigade,
Q65,
Half Japanese,
Toni Rubio,
Mary Jane Girls,
Nick Fraelich,
Nils Olav,
Simply Red,
Newcleus,
Connie Case,
The Gun Club,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Slits,
Crispian St. Peters,
Joe Smooth,
X-Ray Spex,
Pagans,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
E-Dancer,
Pantaleimon,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Fear,
Alton Ellis,
Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur.
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.