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 Cameroon and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Drive Like Jehu to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Youth Brigade. All the underground hits.
All Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grey Daturas 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar 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?
Arab on Radar,
Severed Heads,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Fugazi,
DJ Style,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Pantytec,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Monks,
Parry Music,
Graham Central Station,
Bill Near,
Crash Course in Science,
Joensuu 1685,
The Remains,
The Smiths,
the Bar-Kays,
Country Teasers,
The Gap Band,
John Foxx,
The Barracudas,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
a-ha,
Rekid,
The Leaves,
Boredoms,
Masters at Work,
Eve St. Jones,
The Pretty Things,
The Pop Group,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bobby Byrd,
Janne Schatter,
Steve Hackett,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Eric B and Rakim,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sugar Minott,
Josef K,
Ituana,
the Association,
Kayak,
Marmalade,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Vladislav Delay,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bill Wells,
Q65,
Bob Dylan,
R.M.O.,
The Grass Roots,
Al Stewart,
Erasure,
La Düsseldorf,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Procol Harum,
Wally Richardson,
Magazine,
Ponytail,
Delon & Dalcan,
Buzzcocks,
New Order,
Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly.
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.