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 Guatemala and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 X-Ray Spex to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Fugs. All the underground hits.
All Pantaleimon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ohio Players record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum 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 guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantaleimon,
Robert Görl,
Henry Cow,
Sarah Menescal,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Fela Kuti,
Zapp,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Swans,
Joyce Sims,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Litter,
Traffic Nightmare,
Minutemen,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Eden Ahbez,
The Five Americans,
Duran Duran,
Quando Quango,
Radiohead,
ABBA,
Negative Approach,
Unrelated Segments,
DJ Sneak,
The Flesh Eaters,
Blancmange,
Lucky Dragons,
The Mojo Men,
Kayak,
The Human League,
Joe Finger,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Groovy Waters,
Kool Moe Dee,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ituana,
Byron Stingily,
Tears for Fears,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Fat Boys,
Josef K,
Althea and Donna,
Todd Terry,
48th St. Collective,
Make Up,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Electric Light Orchestra,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Echospace,
Derrick May,
Flamin' Groovies,
Severed Heads,
The Shadows of Knight,
Panda Bear,
Gang Gang Dance,
Royal Trux,
Das Ding,
Jimmy McGriff,
Deepchord,
Sam Rivers,
Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One.
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.