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 Azerbaijan and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Jeru the Damaja to the electroclash 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo. All the underground hits.
All Rufus Thomas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mojo Men record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an oboe and an organ 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 oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Josef K,
The Monochrome Set,
Rapeman,
The Music Machine,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Evens,
Rakim,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Isaac Hayes,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Leaves,
Dual Sessions,
Tropical Tobacco,
Agent Orange,
The Victims,
Pagans,
Althea and Donna,
Organ,
Negative Approach,
kango's stein massive,
Ultravox,
Man Parrish,
Dennis Brown,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
T.S.O.L.,
Goldenarms,
Terry Callier,
The Fortunes,
Shoche,
Crispy Ambulance,
8 Eyed Spy,
Faust,
The Sonics,
Arcadia,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Hasil Adkins,
Babytalk,
The Neon Judgement,
Bad Manners,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Star Department,
Moebius,
David McCallum,
Stiv Bators,
Toni Rubio,
Joyce Sims,
Rites of Spring,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Swell Maps,
Boredoms,
The Motions,
Matthew Bourne,
Adolescents,
Mo-Dettes,
X-102,
Zapp,
Eve St. Jones,
Cybotron,
Sun City Girls,
The Detroit Cobras,
cv313,
The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs.
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.