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 Portugal and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 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 Offenders to the grime 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 The Cramps. All the underground hits.
All Anakelly tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sixth Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 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 mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron 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?
Spoonie Gee,
Khruangbin,
Wire,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sandy B,
Kerrie Biddell,
the Bar-Kays,
The Young Rascals,
Derrick May,
a-ha,
Groovy Waters,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Divine Comedy,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Radiohead,
Aaron Thompson,
Youth Brigade,
Rotary Connection,
Nick Fraelich,
The Fire Engines,
The Saints,
Panda Bear,
The New Christs,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Quando Quango,
The Stooges,
Absolute Body Control,
Gerry Rafferty,
Dual Sessions,
Rapeman,
Max Romeo,
The Smiths,
Young Marble Giants,
Arcadia,
The Real Kids,
Brand Nubian,
Johnny Clarke,
The Black Dice,
Eric Copeland,
Liliput,
Chris & Cosey,
Organ,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Howard Jones,
Nas,
Suburban Knight,
Underground Resistance,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Gong,
Whodini,
Althea and Donna,
Bad Manners,
The Doors,
MC5,
Easy Going,
Shuggie Otis,
Marshall Jefferson,
Arthur Verocai,
Robert Hood,
Grandmaster Flash,
Wally Richardson,
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.