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 Argentina and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 guitar 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 Bobby Hutcherson to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Nation of Ulysses. All the underground hits.
All Television Personalities tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every It's A Beautiful Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 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?
Roxy Music,
Absolute Body Control,
Sun City Girls,
Brothers Johnson,
Pulsallama,
Saccharine Trust,
the Bar-Kays,
Peter & Gordon,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
In Retrospect,
Lower 48,
The Fugs,
John Lydon,
Derrick May,
The Invisible,
Ornette Coleman,
Crispy Ambulance,
Tres Demented,
Tomorrow,
Barrington Levy,
One Last Wish,
Wings,
The Five Americans,
Loose Ends,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
8 Eyed Spy,
Davy DMX,
Cal Tjader,
Judy Mowatt,
Reagan Youth,
The Slits,
The Real Kids,
The Happenings,
The Selecter,
Hardrive,
Grandmaster Flash,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Joensuu 1685,
Derrick Morgan,
Qualms,
Audionom,
Nas,
Mary Jane Girls,
Franke,
Nico,
Sarah Menescal,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
OOIOO,
Nils Olav,
Archie Shepp,
Zero Boys,
Half Japanese,
R.M.O.,
Amon Düül II,
Basic Channel,
Yazoo,
Godley & Creme,
Procol Harum,
Underground Resistance,
the Soft Cell,
Pussy Galore,
Unwound,
Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar.
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.