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 Kosovo and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 808 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 Slick Rick to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 DJ Style. All the underground hits.
All Malaria! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 mellotron and a synthesizer 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 theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeru the Damaja,
Black Sheep,
Pylon,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sexual Harrassment,
Stiv Bators,
the Bar-Kays,
Tommy Roe,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Scratch Acid,
Magazine,
Glenn Branca,
Animal Collective,
Inner City,
John Foxx,
Little Man,
Bobby Womack,
Buzzcocks,
Swell Maps,
Fluxion,
Television Personalities,
The Trojans,
Wally Richardson,
Rhythm & Sound,
Cameo,
Isaac Hayes,
Sun City Girls,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Beau Brummels,
Guru Guru,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Moby Grape,
Josef K,
The Cure,
Todd Terry,
Aswad,
MDC,
The Walker Brothers,
Underground Resistance,
Funky Four + One,
Flipper,
Wings,
Chris & Cosey,
Bill Near,
Gang of Four,
Lakeside,
Dead Boys,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Boz Scaggs,
KRS-One,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Zeros,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Davy DMX,
Gastr Del Sol,
Supertramp,
Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs.
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.