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 Jordan and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 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 Agent Orange to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Liaisons Dangereuses. All the underground hits.
All Yazoo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Theoretical Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 theremin 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 synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crime,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Interpol,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Cure,
Ralphi Rosario,
Banda Bassotti,
Eurythmics,
Idris Muhammad,
Radiopuhelimet,
Max Romeo,
Delon & Dalcan,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Desert Stars,
Technova,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Popol Vuh,
The Birthday Party,
Urselle,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gregory Isaacs,
La Düsseldorf,
The Fire Engines,
Scientists,
Isaac Hayes,
Pagans,
Curtis Mayfield,
DNA,
the Slits,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Techniques,
Kurtis Blow,
The Young Rascals,
Robert Wyatt,
Black Moon,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Arthur Verocai,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Tubeway Army,
Prince Buster,
Sam Rivers,
Liliput,
Archie Shepp,
Big Daddy Kane,
Darondo,
The Smoke,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ituana,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
a-ha,
Harmonia,
The Litter,
Q and Not U,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Jesper Dahlback,
Byron Stingily,
Flipper,
Skaos,
The Barracudas,
Sällskapet,
Patti Smith,
Amazonics,
Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight.
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.