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 Liechtenstein and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Copenhagen.
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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Idris Muhammad to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Kenny Larkin. All the underground hits.
All The Pretty Things tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blossom Toes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe 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 guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter and Kerry,
Swans,
Porter Ricks,
The Seeds,
Crooked Eye,
Terry Callier,
Jandek,
Sandy B,
Bobby Sherman,
Crash Course in Science,
Erasure,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gong,
This Heat,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Scan 7,
Delon & Dalcan,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Minor Threat,
Eli Mardock,
Kas Product,
Minutemen,
Pagans,
Skarface,
The Moody Blues,
Roger Hodgson,
The Slits,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Soft Machine,
John Foxx,
Shoche,
Model 500,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
New Order,
Freddie Wadling,
Ituana,
The Human League,
The Divine Comedy,
Flash Fearless,
Siglo XX,
Eurythmics,
Hot Snakes,
Roxy Music,
Steve Hackett,
Jawbox,
Audionom,
Icehouse,
Nico,
These Immortal Souls,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lucky Dragons,
The Cowsills,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Minny Pops,
Negative Approach,
Drive Like Jehu,
Matthew Bourne,
F. McDonald,
Tomorrow,
Maleditus Sound,
Interpol, Interpol, Interpol, Interpol.
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.