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 Sri Lanka and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Flesh Eaters to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Colin Newman. All the underground hits.
All Laurel Aitken tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 organ and a rhodes 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 guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Joensuu 1685,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Khruangbin,
Gang Starr,
Fatback Band,
Michelle Simonal,
Ossler,
Jeff Lynne,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Alphaville,
48th St. Collective,
Black Bananas,
Model 500,
PIL,
Bob Dylan,
Iggy Pop,
These Immortal Souls,
Aaron Thompson,
The Buckinghams,
Neu!,
Cluster,
Chrome,
Chris Corsano,
Blancmange,
The Electric Prunes,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Anakelly,
Aswad,
Organ,
The Mojo Men,
Sugar Minott,
Wasted Youth,
Ultravox,
Ituana,
AZ,
Nas,
The Offenders,
Talk Talk,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Public Image Ltd.,
Mo-Dettes,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Curtis Mayfield,
Youth Brigade,
Subhumans,
Ice-T,
Jeff Mills,
The Star Department,
Black Moon,
The Motions,
The New Christs,
The Kinks,
Can,
Minny Pops,
Hoover,
Patti Smith,
The Knickerbockers,
Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane.
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.