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 Serbia and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Symarip to the disco 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 In Retrospect. All the underground hits.
All U.S. Maple tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scratch Acid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 synthesizer and a spring reverb 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 mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joensuu 1685,
Brick,
The Stooges,
Moby Grape,
Toni Rubio,
Quando Quango,
the Bar-Kays,
Lightning Bolt,
Surgeon,
Scratch Acid,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Yellowson,
Hasil Adkins,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Birthday Party,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sexual Harrassment,
Loose Ends,
H. Thieme,
The Gories,
Ohio Players,
Mission of Burma,
Bad Manners,
Underground Resistance,
Rapeman,
Mars,
Wire,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ultra Naté,
The United States of America,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Average White Band,
Pussy Galore,
Chrome,
The Flesh Eaters,
EPMD,
Spandau Ballet,
Minor Threat,
Sister Nancy,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ronan,
Cheater Slicks,
Ken Boothe,
Byron Stingily,
June of 44,
Crime,
Pantytec,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Severed Heads,
New York Dolls,
New Order,
Thee Headcoats,
Buzzcocks,
Chris Corsano,
Deepchord,
Jerry's Kids,
Eurythmics,
Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters.
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.