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 Peru and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Massinfluence 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 Erasure. All the underground hits.
All Major Organ And The Adding Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The J.B.'s 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba 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 güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wire,
These Immortal Souls,
Quantec,
Organ,
Michelle Simonal,
Audionom,
Lucky Dragons,
Negative Approach,
Soul II Soul,
The United States of America,
Underground Resistance,
Trumans Water,
Franke,
Delta 5,
John Holt,
Thompson Twins,
Fatback Band,
Marc Almond,
Soft Machine,
Faraquet,
Moby Grape,
Scott Walker,
Tommy Roe,
Camouflage,
Chris & Cosey,
Echospace,
Minnie Riperton,
X-101,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Misunderstood,
Althea and Donna,
Junior Murvin,
Barrington Levy,
Scan 7,
Drexciya,
Leonard Cohen,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Tropical Tobacco,
Wally Richardson,
Bush Tetras,
Traffic Nightmare,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Last Poets,
Fugazi,
Peter & Gordon,
Wolf Eyes,
D'Angelo,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Fugs,
Jesper Dahlback,
Basic Channel,
Das Ding,
John Cale,
Youth Brigade,
MC5,
Heaven 17,
The Doors,
Roxette,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Leaves,
Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX.
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.