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 Oman and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 Portland and Houston.
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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Vogues 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 Gastr Del Sol. All the underground hits.
All Toni Rubio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harry Pussy 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare 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 theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Davy DMX,
Peter and Kerry,
Roy Ayers,
Yusef Lateef,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Danielle Patucci,
Urselle,
The Cramps,
Sun Ra,
Nirvana,
Glenn Branca,
Television Personalities,
Outsiders,
Flash Fearless,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
UT,
Icehouse,
The Happenings,
a-ha,
Ten City,
Crime,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
World's Most,
Deadbeat,
T.S.O.L.,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Moebius,
Cymande,
Sound Behaviour,
Pagans,
Animal Collective,
The Velvet Underground,
10cc,
The Angels of Light,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Flesh Eaters,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Kurtis Blow,
Sister Nancy,
Fat Boys,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Leaves,
Joyce Sims,
Tears for Fears,
Andrew Hill,
Rites of Spring,
The Stooges,
8 Eyed Spy,
Hardrive,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Byron Stingily,
La Düsseldorf,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Martian,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Circle Jerks,
Au Pairs,
The Wake,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Popol Vuh,
Brick,
Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson.
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.