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 Barbados and from Milan.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the clarinet 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 La Düsseldorf to the grunge 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 Patti Smith. All the underground hits.
All Marine Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tommy Roe 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar 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 marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bad Manners,
Reuben Wilson,
Marvin Gaye,
Mantronix,
Icehouse,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ronan,
Scan 7,
Organ,
Country Joe & The Fish,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lyres,
Symarip,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Yazoo,
Intrusion,
Wasted Youth,
Delta 5,
Sällskapet,
Unwound,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sun Ra,
Stetsasonic,
Connie Case,
Bronski Beat,
Infiniti,
Kayak,
The Seeds,
Soulsonic Force,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Index,
Soft Cell,
Gregory Isaacs,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Fire Engines,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Real Kids,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Names,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Junior Murvin,
Ten City,
Section 25,
Tropical Tobacco,
Nick Fraelich,
Y Pants,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Yaz,
Mary Jane Girls,
Amon Düül,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Supertramp,
Kerrie Biddell,
Jeru the Damaja,
Yusef Lateef,
Susan Cadogan,
the Normal,
Groovy Waters,
Easy Going,
Fugazi,
Scion,
Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus.
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.