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 Guinea and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 linndrum 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 Pere Ubu to the punk 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 The Detroit Cobras. All the underground hits.
All Nik Kershaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Mills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes 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 spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gastr Del Sol,
Eden Ahbez,
Agitation Free,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Evens,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Moss Icon,
Sonic Youth,
Cameo,
A Certain Ratio,
Delon & Dalcan,
D'Angelo,
Marvin Gaye,
Wire,
Supertramp,
Al Stewart,
Ultravox,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Golliwogs,
Charles Mingus,
The Cramps,
Judy Mowatt,
Davy DMX,
Lower 48,
Bobby Byrd,
Man Eating Sloth,
Soft Cell,
James White and The Blacks,
Camberwell Now,
Symarip,
Deakin,
Procol Harum,
Ornette Coleman,
Saccharine Trust,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sarah Menescal,
Y Pants,
The Martian,
the Normal,
KRS-One,
World's Most,
Johnny Osbourne,
Tubeway Army,
Alice Coltrane,
Bluetip,
the Germs,
Radiohead,
Arthur Verocai,
Tim Buckley,
The Red Krayola,
The Buckinghams,
Hashim,
Niagra,
Donny Hathaway,
Don Cherry,
The Blues Magoos,
Soulsonic Force,
The Gap Band,
Eve St. Jones,
Bauhaus,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Slave, Slave, Slave, Slave.
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.