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 United States and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the marimba 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 Sister Nancy to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Janne Schatter. All the underground hits.
All The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sly & The Family Stone record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a chamberlin and a snare 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 harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Clear Light,
Aaron Thompson,
The Invisible,
The Monochrome Set,
Nik Kershaw,
Lebanon Hanover,
Kayak,
Tears for Fears,
Japan,
Essential Logic,
LL Cool J,
Au Pairs,
The Associates,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Soul II Soul,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sam Rivers,
Wolf Eyes,
Lee Hazlewood,
Idris Muhammad,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Tim Buckley,
Ohio Players,
Faust,
Accadde A,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Deakin,
Alice Coltrane,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
the Sonics,
Loose Ends,
The Seeds,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Nico,
Spoonie Gee,
R.M.O.,
John Cale,
Marine Girls,
Cal Tjader,
8 Eyed Spy,
Amon Düül,
Soft Machine,
The Moody Blues,
Crime,
Organ,
Kurtis Blow,
The Misunderstood,
Harry Pussy,
Pantytec,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Slits,
Bad Manners,
Subhumans,
D'Angelo,
Boogie Down Productions,
Intrusion,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid.
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.