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 Palau and from Copenhagen.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lyon.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the oboe 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 Skatalites to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Excepter. All the underground hits.
All Silicon Teens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Byron Stingily 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet 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 snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Flesh Eaters,
Chris & Cosey,
Sun Ra,
Minor Threat,
Suicide,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Massinfluence,
Lakeside,
Brick,
China Crisis,
Marc Almond,
Judy Mowatt,
Dark Day,
The Detroit Cobras,
Public Image Ltd.,
Connie Case,
Y Pants,
Lower 48,
Interpol,
Schoolly D,
Fatback Band,
D'Angelo,
New York Dolls,
Vainqueur,
The Kinks,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Cheater Slicks,
the Germs,
Kerrie Biddell,
Roxette,
Maleditus Sound,
Black Moon,
Electric Prunes,
Frankie Knuckles,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Gap Band,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Evens,
Glambeats Corp.,
Public Enemy,
Flash Fearless,
John Cale,
The Music Machine,
Television Personalities,
The Dead C,
Sonny Sharrock,
MC5,
Hasil Adkins,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Thee Headcoats,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
the Bar-Kays,
Gerry Rafferty,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Erykah Badu,
Nico,
Sight & Sound,
The Star Department,
The Toasters,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks.
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.