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 Cameroon and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Columbus.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Tremeloes to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Neu!. All the underground hits.
All The Busters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Steve Hackett record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb 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 linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum 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,
Danielle Patucci,
The Gap Band,
The Trojans,
Traffic Nightmare,
Little Man,
Parry Music,
kango's stein massive,
Dual Sessions,
Fad Gadget,
Bob Dylan,
Black Moon,
Depeche Mode,
Cymande,
Japan,
David Axelrod,
Max Romeo,
John Holt,
Underground Resistance,
The Sonics,
The Selecter,
Moby Grape,
The Associates,
Marc Almond,
Monks,
Pylon,
Lalo Schifrin,
K-Klass,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Gun Club,
The Five Americans,
10cc,
The Moleskins,
Avey Tare,
X-Ray Spex,
Lightning Bolt,
Easy Going,
Radiohead,
Fat Boys,
Rekid,
Gil Scott Heron,
Man Eating Sloth,
Tears for Fears,
Yaz,
Symarip,
Franke,
Prince Buster,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Animal Collective,
Roy Ayers,
Nik Kershaw,
Hashim,
Mr. Review,
Anthony Braxton,
Hasil Adkins,
Juan Atkins,
The Smiths,
Rapeman,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
LL Cool J,
Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia.
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.