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 Ecuador and from Taipei.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Angry Samoans. All the underground hits.
All Qualms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swell Maps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 spring reverb and a güiro 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 spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bobby Byrd,
Matthew Bourne,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Soft Machine,
The Zeros,
Lou Christie,
The Moleskins,
Donald Byrd,
Morten Harket,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Cramps,
Whodini,
Sister Nancy,
Nik Kershaw,
Depeche Mode,
The Smiths,
The Birthday Party,
Sex Pistols,
Robert Görl,
Nico,
Slave,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Rod Modell,
Vladislav Delay,
The Dirtbombs,
Moss Icon,
Fugazi,
The Fuzztones,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Golliwogs,
Mars,
Alison Limerick,
Gong,
Outsiders,
Pylon,
Big Daddy Kane,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Piero Umiliani,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
LL Cool J,
Eric B and Rakim,
David McCallum,
Joe Smooth,
Lindisfarne,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Erasure,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Alice Coltrane,
Swans,
X-102,
Bush Tetras,
Throbbing Gristle,
Silicon Teens,
Ultra Naté,
Cymande,
Agent Orange,
Second Layer,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans.
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.