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 Gabon and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
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 Monks to the funk 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 Echo & the Bunnymen. All the underground hits.
All Liliput tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amazonics 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum 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 clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cramps,
The Smoke,
John Lydon,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Television,
Sarah Menescal,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bobby Womack,
Terry Callier,
Joy Division,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Amon Düül,
Jeff Mills,
Clear Light,
Grey Daturas,
Inner City,
New Age Steppers,
The Busters,
Johnny Osbourne,
Don Cherry,
Anakelly,
Jandek,
Chrome,
The Martian,
Bush Tetras,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ten City,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
James Chance & The Contortions,
T.S.O.L.,
Lou Reed,
X-102,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Davy DMX,
Letta Mbulu,
Livin' Joy,
Von Mondo,
Kool Moe Dee,
Swans,
The Fortunes,
Oneida,
Man Parrish,
Nirvana,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Interpol,
Dark Day,
Byron Stingily,
Aswad,
Goldenarms,
CMW,
Kevin Saunderson,
Max Romeo,
Hot Snakes,
Harry Pussy,
The Fuzztones,
The Vogues,
The Mummies,
ABC,
The Fall,
The Alarm Clocks,
AZ,
Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell.
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.