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 Dominican Republic and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Sun Ra Arkestra to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Iggy Pop. All the underground hits.
All Erasure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro 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 clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fat Boys,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Davy DMX,
Absolute Body Control,
Ralphi Rosario,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Theoretical Girls,
The Cowsills,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Rufus Thomas,
Patti Smith,
Harpers Bizarre,
Average White Band,
Radiopuhelimet,
Avey Tare,
Barclay James Harvest,
Aaron Thompson,
Scientists,
The Sound,
The Dave Clark Five,
Albert Ayler,
The United States of America,
Jeru the Damaja,
Chris Corsano,
The Last Poets,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Saints,
Trumans Water,
Gang Green,
Inner City,
Hardrive,
The Busters,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Real Kids,
Howard Jones,
Erykah Badu,
Mad Mike,
Visage,
Johnny Clarke,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
ABC,
Amazonics,
Duran Duran,
Porter Ricks,
Ultra Naté,
Kurtis Blow,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Index,
the Fania All-Stars,
Pantytec,
This Heat,
The Sonics,
Symarip,
The Pretty Things,
Gil Scott Heron,
Kenny Larkin,
Sun City Girls,
Country Teasers,
Quantec,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Malaria!,
Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685.
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.