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 France and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Lee Hazlewood to the grunge 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 Ohio Players. All the underground hits.
All Nirvana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispy Ambulance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro 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 synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacob Miller,
Franke,
The Pop Group,
Iggy Pop,
Blossom Toes,
The Cramps,
China Crisis,
Jimmy McGriff,
KRS-One,
Jawbox,
Pantytec,
Dave Gahan,
Suburban Knight,
Agitation Free,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Trojans,
Chrome,
Wings,
Altered Images,
Ultravox,
Pussy Galore,
Sister Nancy,
Rapeman,
Sixth Finger,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Oblivians,
CMW,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Gladiators,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gang Gang Dance,
Theoretical Girls,
Rites of Spring,
New York Dolls,
Grey Daturas,
The Blackbyrds,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Monks,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Soft Cell,
Panda Bear,
X-Ray Spex,
Kayak,
Sexual Harrassment,
Delta 5,
Man Eating Sloth,
Organ,
Eric Dolphy,
Ossler,
Pole,
The Real Kids,
Gang Green,
The Associates,
Young Marble Giants,
Wire,
Spandau Ballet,
Unrelated Segments,
Fad Gadget,
the Swans,
The Music Machine,
This Heat,
The Black Dice,
Index,
Von Mondo,
AZ, AZ, AZ, AZ.
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.