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 Italy and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 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 PIL to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Smog. All the underground hits.
All Franke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monochrome Set record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb 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 harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Whodini,
The Fuzztones,
Fela Kuti,
Bill Wells,
The Tremeloes,
Jacob Miller,
PIL,
48th St. Collective,
Michelle Simonal,
Eli Mardock,
Boogie Down Productions,
Porter Ricks,
Buzzcocks,
The Trojans,
Nick Fraelich,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Saints,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Sound,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Warsaw,
Amon Düül,
Sam Rivers,
The Gap Band,
Erasure,
Pere Ubu,
Roxy Music,
Scratch Acid,
The Residents,
The Seeds,
Sun City Girls,
The Birthday Party,
Bobby Womack,
Main Source,
Nirvana,
Motorama,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Harpers Bizarre,
Fat Boys,
The Gories,
Jawbox,
Man Parrish,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Kinks,
Mark Hollis,
Fear,
Radiopuhelimet,
B.T. Express,
John Cale,
Johnny Osbourne,
Jeru the Damaja,
Darondo,
Severed Heads,
The Modern Lovers,
Traffic Nightmare,
Nik Kershaw,
Yazoo,
OOIOO,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Franke,
Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners.
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.