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 Jamaica and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Accra.
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 Lou Reed 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 Yellowson to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All The Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bluetip 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord 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 a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cameo,
Pole,
Rapeman,
DNA,
Royal Trux,
Steve Hackett,
Hashim,
Zero Boys,
Eddi Front,
The Walker Brothers,
Bronski Beat,
Jacques Brel,
Mark Hollis,
The Skatalites,
The Beau Brummels,
Essential Logic,
Camberwell Now,
Con Funk Shun,
Dennis Brown,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Agitation Free,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Index,
R.M.O.,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Roxy Music,
Joyce Sims,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Misunderstood,
DJ Sneak,
Surgeon,
Harmonia,
Soulsonic Force,
Boredoms,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
L. Decosne,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Man Eating Sloth,
OOIOO,
The Evens,
Gang Starr,
Amazonics,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Kerri Chandler,
Terrestrial Tones,
Subhumans,
Little Man,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Half Japanese,
ABC,
Tom Boy,
The Moleskins,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Tubeway Army,
Lebanon Hanover,
Shuggie Otis,
The Monochrome Set,
Whodini,
Nico, Nico, Nico, Nico.
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.