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 Yemen and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The J.B.'s to the rap 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 Silicon Teens. All the underground hits.
All The Offenders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scientists record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 808 and a mellotron 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 snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fall,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Martian,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Skaos,
Alton Ellis,
Whodini,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Organ,
Althea and Donna,
Pussy Galore,
Rosa Yemen,
Warren Ellis,
Ken Boothe,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Fugs,
Wings,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Drexciya,
X-102,
June Days,
The Slackers,
Reagan Youth,
The Velvet Underground,
Cluster,
Radiohead,
Mark Hollis,
D'Angelo,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Dead C,
Glenn Branca,
The Real Kids,
Trumans Water,
Max Romeo,
Flipper,
Anthony Braxton,
Harmonia,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Agitation Free,
H. Thieme,
Joe Finger,
Electric Prunes,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Durutti Column,
The Gladiators,
Tim Buckley,
Minnie Riperton,
Joyce Sims,
Ronan,
Joey Negro,
Infiniti,
Man Eating Sloth,
Scratch Acid,
Scientists,
Liliput,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Residents,
Rhythm & Sound,
Wasted Youth,
Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach.
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.