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 Lesotho and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 organ 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 Fire Engines to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Alice Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All The Velvet Underground tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minny Pops record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ 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 mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Buckinghams,
Tommy Roe,
Pagans,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Brothers Johnson,
Underground Resistance,
Cheater Slicks,
the Swans,
Fat Boys,
Barclay James Harvest,
kango's stein massive,
Procol Harum,
The Angels of Light,
Bang On A Can,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sister Nancy,
FM Einheit,
Zapp,
Iggy Pop,
The Five Americans,
Thompson Twins,
The Martian,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Birthday Party,
Swell Maps,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Pole,
Average White Band,
Joey Negro,
ABBA,
Marcia Griffiths,
Harmonia,
Flipper,
Vainqueur,
Hasil Adkins,
48th St. Collective,
T.S.O.L.,
Drexciya,
The J.B.'s,
A Certain Ratio,
Clear Light,
Ponytail,
The Slits,
the Fania All-Stars,
Oblivians,
Siglo XX,
Michelle Simonal,
The Modern Lovers,
The Offenders,
Vladislav Delay,
Bobby Sherman,
Faraquet,
Barbara Tucker,
The Residents,
The Toasters,
Grey Daturas,
Black Flag,
Faust,
Bush Tetras,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Howard Jones,
Crime, Crime, Crime, Crime.
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.