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 Taiwan and from Milan.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the guitar 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 Magazine to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Robert Hood. All the underground hits.
All Crooked Eye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacques Brel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator 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 chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
8 Eyed Spy,
Can,
Hardrive,
Cluster,
Scratch Acid,
Bang On A Can,
Liliput,
Roxette,
Circle Jerks,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Busters,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Chris & Cosey,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Gladiators,
Danielle Patucci,
The Golliwogs,
Mission of Burma,
Duran Duran,
Hasil Adkins,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Grauzone,
The Divine Comedy,
Wire,
The Cramps,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Scion,
The Sonics,
Neu!,
Faust,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Reagan Youth,
David Axelrod,
Livin' Joy,
Ossler,
The Mummies,
Roxy Music,
Quadrant,
Shoche,
Eli Mardock,
Mr. Review,
Connie Case,
Pierre Henry,
Crispy Ambulance,
Main Source,
Depeche Mode,
Crooked Eye,
The Offenders,
The New Christs,
Derrick Morgan,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Mandrill,
Sugar Minott,
Barbara Tucker,
Black Flag,
Wings,
Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson.
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.