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 Marshall Islands and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Ajijia Myrayebe 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 Los Fastidios. All the underground hits.
All Erasure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Curtis Mayfield 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin 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 sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cecil Taylor,
Gil Scott Heron,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Wolf Eyes,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Make Up,
Skaos,
Bobby Womack,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Kool Moe Dee,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Inner City,
kango's stein massive,
Mo-Dettes,
Amon Düül II,
Joe Smooth,
Lindisfarne,
Johnny Osbourne,
Hardrive,
Junior Murvin,
Donald Byrd,
Accadde A,
Jacques Brel,
The Electric Prunes,
Babytalk,
Soulsonic Force,
One Last Wish,
Porter Ricks,
Bronski Beat,
The Sonics,
Ronnie Foster,
Franke,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Brand Nubian,
Althea and Donna,
Cheater Slicks,
The Wake,
Clear Light,
Lalann,
David Axelrod,
Joensuu 1685,
The Shadows of Knight,
Goldenarms,
Yaz,
Ludus,
Pylon,
Man Eating Sloth,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
James White and The Blacks,
10cc,
Spandau Ballet,
The Pop Group,
Funky Four + One,
John Foxx,
Malaria!,
48th St. Collective,
Donny Hathaway,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ultravox,
The Standells,
Nick Fraelich,
JFA,
Johnny Clarke,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch.
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.