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 Egypt and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and London.
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 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 Donald Fagen 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 Mars to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Roy Ayers. All the underground hits.
All The Durutti Column tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Divine Comedy 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare 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 linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Underground Resistance,
Outsiders,
Ultravox,
Lower 48,
The Cramps,
Cecil Taylor,
Qualms,
Agent Orange,
Mark Hollis,
Young Marble Giants,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Quando Quango,
EPMD,
John Lydon,
Iggy Pop,
Crispy Ambulance,
Soulsonic Force,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Japan,
Black Moon,
Fad Gadget,
Quadrant,
Yellowson,
Metal Thangz,
Dave Gahan,
The Misunderstood,
The Pop Group,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Move,
Eric Copeland,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lalann,
Black Sheep,
Massinfluence,
R.M.O.,
Lungfish,
Delta 5,
Dennis Brown,
Shoche,
Pantaleimon,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Rites of Spring,
Al Stewart,
The Alarm Clocks,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Electric Prunes,
Lou Reed,
Isaac Hayes,
Tears for Fears,
Bill Wells,
Niagra,
F. McDonald,
Lebanon Hanover,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Angels of Light,
Barry Ungar,
World's Most,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Techniques,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Fort Wilson Riot,
John Coltrane,
Magazine, Magazine, Magazine, Magazine.
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.