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 United States and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Accra.
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 guitar 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 The Sonics to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Fugs. All the underground hits.
All Ten City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator 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 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Althea and Donna,
The Moleskins,
Arcadia,
The Alarm Clocks,
Simply Red,
Banda Bassotti,
Crime,
the Germs,
Sparks,
Pagans,
Soul Sonic Force,
Stockholm Monsters,
Dawn Penn,
The Monks,
Johnny Clarke,
Tubeway Army,
Donald Byrd,
Boogie Down Productions,
Chris Corsano,
Ponytail,
Thompson Twins,
Magazine,
Dorothy Ashby,
Prince Buster,
The Angels of Light,
Buzzcocks,
Gong,
The Leaves,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Jeru the Damaja,
Au Pairs,
Pulsallama,
Porter Ricks,
Duran Duran,
Nas,
Lebanon Hanover,
Oblivians,
Camberwell Now,
DJ Style,
Lungfish,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Erasure,
Kerri Chandler,
Neil Young,
Mantronix,
Sarah Menescal,
Rod Modell,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sam Rivers,
Bobby Womack,
Jeff Mills,
Von Mondo,
Janne Schatter,
Rites of Spring,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Mojo Men,
Connie Case,
The Electric Prunes,
The Real Kids,
Hot Snakes,
the Slits, the Slits, the Slits, the Slits.
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.