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 Guinea and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Absolute Body Control to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Scratch Acid. All the underground hits.
All Byron Stingily tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every H. Thieme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba 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 güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Con Funk Shun,
FM Einheit,
Vainqueur,
Jimmy McGriff,
Q and Not U,
Iggy Pop,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Invisible,
Susan Cadogan,
Kaleidoscope,
8 Eyed Spy,
Quadrant,
Leonard Cohen,
Scratch Acid,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Thompson Twins,
Danielle Patucci,
B.T. Express,
Hasil Adkins,
The American Breed,
the Soft Cell,
The Smoke,
Robert Görl,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Malaria!,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Eurythmics,
Nick Fraelich,
Procol Harum,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Soul II Soul,
Camberwell Now,
Ludus,
The Names,
Peter & Gordon,
Brothers Johnson,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Saccharine Trust,
Eden Ahbez,
The Angels of Light,
Tom Boy,
Piero Umiliani,
The Walker Brothers,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Minny Pops,
Metal Thangz,
Ossler,
Amon Düül II,
Janne Schatter,
Lungfish,
Yellowson,
EPMD,
Jacques Brel,
Black Moon,
R.M.O.,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ultravox,
Matthew Halsall,
Unrelated Segments,
Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims.
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.