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 Zimbabwe and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Gichy Dan to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Liliput. All the underground hits.
All Joey Negro tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Names 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 a harpsichord and an organ 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 rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Cowsills,
Scan 7,
Minny Pops,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
June of 44,
The Happenings,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Cybotron,
Ultra Naté,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Trojans,
Don Cherry,
Roxy Music,
Amazonics,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Saccharine Trust,
the Slits,
Kayak,
Bootsy Collins,
Bobby Byrd,
Neu!,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
cv313,
Groovy Waters,
Brass Construction,
Unrelated Segments,
The Busters,
Television,
Kerri Chandler,
Pierre Henry,
Agitation Free,
The Knickerbockers,
Todd Rundgren,
Grandmaster Flash,
Pantaleimon,
The Grass Roots,
Bob Dylan,
Kenny Larkin,
Gichy Dan,
Sonic Youth,
Country Teasers,
Alphaville,
Adolescents,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
DJ Style,
The Alarm Clocks,
Negative Approach,
Barclay James Harvest,
Laurel Aitken,
Thee Headcoats,
Animal Collective,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Davy DMX,
Ossler,
The Kinks,
Eden Ahbez,
Dead Boys,
Smog,
Eric Copeland,
Wings,
Marc Almond,
Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment.
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.