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 Bhutan and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Joensuu 1685 to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Soft Machine. All the underground hits.
All Cabaret Voltaire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Litter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer 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 clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fifty Foot Hose,
The New Christs,
The Count Five,
Henry Cow,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lyres,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Residents,
Neil Young,
World's Most,
The Golliwogs,
Drexciya,
Letta Mbulu,
Robert Hood,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Moody Blues,
Saccharine Trust,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Music Machine,
Don Cherry,
Aural Exciters,
Intrusion,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Iggy Pop,
Mark Hollis,
Bush Tetras,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Clear Light,
Bob Dylan,
T. Rex,
Procol Harum,
Maleditus Sound,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Icehouse,
The Fugs,
New Age Steppers,
Terry Callier,
Throbbing Gristle,
Morten Harket,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Scott Walker,
The Trojans,
Howard Jones,
The Martian,
Lightning Bolt,
Quadrant,
Grandmaster Flash,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ronan,
These Immortal Souls,
Cal Tjader,
EPMD,
Shuggie Otis,
Moby Grape,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sugar Minott,
Young Marble Giants,
Beasts of Bourbon,
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.