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 Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the theremin 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 Vainqueur to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Eric B and Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Rhythim Is Rhythim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thee Headcoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ 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 harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Fugs,
Nirvana,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Move,
Blake Baxter,
Duran Duran,
Bootsy Collins,
Ludus,
The Skatalites,
Pierre Henry,
Lyres,
Big Daddy Kane,
Fatback Band,
The Durutti Column,
Peter & Gordon,
H. Thieme,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Loose Ends,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lou Reed,
Jandek,
A Certain Ratio,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Q and Not U,
Minor Threat,
Infiniti,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Outsiders,
Cameo,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Five Americans,
Scrapy,
James White and The Blacks,
Jesper Dahlback,
Pylon,
Boz Scaggs,
The Velvet Underground,
Slave,
Black Bananas,
The Blues Magoos,
Eddi Front,
Deakin,
Mantronix,
Man Parrish,
Wire,
Zero Boys,
Jeru the Damaja,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Busters,
Tommy Roe,
Chris Corsano,
Animal Collective,
Ten City,
Brothers Johnson,
Alphaville,
Ken Boothe,
Icehouse,
Heaven 17,
Flipper,
Dennis Brown,
Glambeats Corp.,
Cluster, Cluster, Cluster, Cluster.
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.