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 Samoa and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 Lagos and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 theremin 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 Flamin' Groovies to the jazz 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 Radiopuhelimet. All the underground hits.
All Unwound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sight & Sound 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba 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 marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Star Department,
Bluetip,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Los Fastidios,
the Slits,
Amon Düül,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Index,
Television Personalities,
Aswad,
Youth Brigade,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sonic Youth,
Matthew Bourne,
U.S. Maple,
The Leaves,
Soul II Soul,
Zapp,
the Germs,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gang of Four,
Clear Light,
The Durutti Column,
The Motions,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Prince Buster,
Harmonia,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Aloha Tigers,
Nils Olav,
Kas Product,
Inner City,
LL Cool J,
Girls At Our Best!,
Popol Vuh,
Crooked Eye,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Tropical Tobacco,
Glenn Branca,
MDC,
Subhumans,
Brand Nubian,
The Buckinghams,
Soft Machine,
the Sonics,
Sixth Finger,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Trojans,
The Raincoats,
Alphaville,
Stockholm Monsters,
Skriet,
Symarip,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Zeros,
Saccharine Trust,
Tears for Fears,
Donald Byrd,
Don Cherry,
Donny Hathaway,
Radiohead,
Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti.
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.