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 Switzerland and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 clarinet 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 A Flock of Seagulls to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Marshall Jefferson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar 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 linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fluxion,
Talk Talk,
Scratch Acid,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Marmalade,
Delta 5,
Magazine,
Morten Harket,
Procol Harum,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Marshall Jefferson,
Royal Trux,
Masters at Work,
Piero Umiliani,
The Gladiators,
Wire,
Shuggie Otis,
Drive Like Jehu,
Glenn Branca,
Chris Corsano,
Isaac Hayes,
Ice-T,
Charles Mingus,
Sparks,
Ludus,
Carl Craig,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Groovy Waters,
Subhumans,
Mary Jane Girls,
KRS-One,
The United States of America,
the Association,
John Cale,
Excepter,
ABC,
The Divine Comedy,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Tremeloes,
Lalo Schifrin,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Move,
Robert Hood,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Johnny Clarke,
Kas Product,
Camberwell Now,
Minor Threat,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Detroit Cobras,
Loose Ends,
Iggy Pop,
June of 44,
Inner City,
Danielle Patucci,
The Misunderstood,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Reuben Wilson,
The Litter,
Brothers Johnson,
DNA,
Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band.
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.