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 Montenegro and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Frankie Knuckles to the disco 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 Drive Like Jehu. All the underground hits.
All Reagan Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe 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 marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
JFA,
Masters at Work,
Cal Tjader,
Idris Muhammad,
F. McDonald,
The Move,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Saints,
Qualms,
Kurtis Blow,
Nas,
Urselle,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Joe Finger,
Frankie Knuckles,
Kerri Chandler,
The Litter,
The Alarm Clocks,
Fat Boys,
Flipper,
New Age Steppers,
Roger Hodgson,
Absolute Body Control,
Public Image Ltd.,
Pylon,
Graham Central Station,
Visage,
Tommy Roe,
Man Parrish,
EPMD,
Newcleus,
The Offenders,
Drive Like Jehu,
Jacques Brel,
Tubeway Army,
The Seeds,
Glambeats Corp.,
Monks,
Cluster,
Silicon Teens,
The Raincoats,
Sugar Minott,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Mad Mike,
Archie Shepp,
John Cale,
These Immortal Souls,
Section 25,
H. Thieme,
Tomorrow,
The Red Krayola,
Thee Headcoats,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Knickerbockers,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Searchers,
Underground Resistance,
The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers.
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.