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 United Kingdom and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 Houston and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Eve St. Jones to the crunk 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 Mandrill. All the underground hits.
All Country Joe & The Fish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Osbourne 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin 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 a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
D'Angelo,
Al Stewart,
The Fugs,
The Doors,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
In Retrospect,
Motorama,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Shadows of Knight,
Au Pairs,
Lindisfarne,
the Germs,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Crispian St. Peters,
Swell Maps,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Joe Finger,
Electric Prunes,
Joy Division,
Terrestrial Tones,
Country Teasers,
Yusef Lateef,
The Divine Comedy,
Nation of Ulysses,
Rites of Spring,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Jeff Mills,
Rhythm & Sound,
Roxy Music,
Radiohead,
Scan 7,
Circle Jerks,
Bobby Byrd,
Grey Daturas,
Lightning Bolt,
Josef K,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Yellowson,
Cymande,
The Gories,
Aswad,
Derrick May,
Cecil Taylor,
The Detroit Cobras,
JFA,
Sight & Sound,
Peter & Gordon,
Skaos,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Angels of Light,
Gregory Isaacs,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Electric Prunes,
Junior Murvin,
Lucky Dragons,
Iggy Pop,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Fortunes,
Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan.
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.