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 San Marino and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 synthesizer 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-101 to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Y Pants. All the underground hits.
All The Flesh Eaters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiopuhelimet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 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 synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Human League,
FM Einheit,
Ronnie Foster,
the Soft Cell,
Black Moon,
Qualms,
Monolake,
Frankie Knuckles,
Neil Young,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bluetip,
Television,
Skarface,
Boz Scaggs,
Junior Murvin,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Cameo,
Sixth Finger,
the Bar-Kays,
The Last Poets,
Kerri Chandler,
Bootsy Collins,
Electric Prunes,
Bobby Byrd,
Warren Ellis,
Das Ding,
Hot Snakes,
The Pretty Things,
Goldenarms,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Porter Ricks,
Lalann,
Basic Channel,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lou Christie,
Piero Umiliani,
Deadbeat,
Connie Case,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Pagans,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Boogie Down Productions,
Minny Pops,
Bob Dylan,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Trojans,
Hashim,
Todd Terry,
Dead Boys,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Subhumans,
Magazine,
Shoche,
The Buckinghams,
Stiv Bators,
Yaz,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers.
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.