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 Poland and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Colin Newman to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Trojans. All the underground hits.
All Wally Richardson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ohio Players 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron 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 oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bizarre Inc.,
The Last Poets,
Fat Boys,
Agitation Free,
Surgeon,
Camberwell Now,
Qualms,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Neu!,
China Crisis,
Lyres,
The Human League,
Gang Green,
The Red Krayola,
Delta 5,
The Cowsills,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Jeff Lynne,
Bang On A Can,
X-102,
Michelle Simonal,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Move,
Kas Product,
Henry Cow,
Marcia Griffiths,
Tim Buckley,
Wasted Youth,
Saccharine Trust,
Moss Icon,
D'Angelo,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Morten Harket,
Minny Pops,
Lungfish,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Carl Craig,
Nico,
Porter Ricks,
ABBA,
Godley & Creme,
Skaos,
Letta Mbulu,
Can,
Royal Trux,
Black Moon,
Intrusion,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Black Sheep,
June of 44,
Sixth Finger,
Mark Hollis,
The Black Dice,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Dave Clark Five,
T. Rex,
Flipper,
Aaron Thompson,
Unrelated Segments,
Barrington Levy,
Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond.
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.