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 Bulgaria and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 Woodstock and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Kevin Saunderson to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Alice Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Hood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 güiro and a mellotron 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 mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mars,
Delon & Dalcan,
Mad Mike,
Freddie Wadling,
Soul Sonic Force,
Laurel Aitken,
OOIOO,
Urselle,
Scion,
David Bowie,
The Litter,
Oblivians,
Girls At Our Best!,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Make Up,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Dead C,
Intrusion,
Dual Sessions,
Patti Smith,
Scrapy,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Rhythm & Sound,
Eve St. Jones,
Bob Dylan,
Pole,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Rosa Yemen,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Techniques,
Ken Boothe,
Jawbox,
DJ Style,
Adolescents,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Pantaleimon,
Deepchord,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Grey Daturas,
Minor Threat,
Little Man,
kango's stein massive,
Youth Brigade,
Ponytail,
Moby Grape,
Cybotron,
Michelle Simonal,
E-Dancer,
The American Breed,
Harpers Bizarre,
Nick Fraelich,
Siglo XX,
PIL,
The United States of America,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Cramps,
Tomorrow,
The Victims,
Eden Ahbez,
Lou Reed,
Liliput, Liliput, Liliput, Liliput.
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.