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 South Sudan and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Ultimate Spinach to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Can. All the underground hits.
All Jawbox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oneida record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator 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 rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oneida,
Matthew Bourne,
Quando Quango,
The Durutti Column,
B.T. Express,
Easy Going,
Radio Birdman,
Hot Snakes,
Black Moon,
a-ha,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Deepchord,
Los Fastidios,
R.M.O.,
The Music Machine,
Josef K,
Yusef Lateef,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Whodini,
Sixth Finger,
Babytalk,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Icehouse,
Crime,
Hasil Adkins,
June of 44,
Stockholm Monsters,
Pierre Henry,
Laurel Aitken,
Bad Manners,
Glenn Branca,
L. Decosne,
Spandau Ballet,
the Normal,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Victims,
Skaos,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ultimate Spinach,
Dual Sessions,
The Human League,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
the Sonics,
X-Ray Spex,
The Leaves,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ice-T,
Slave,
Motorama,
Sun Ra,
Suicide,
Jandek,
These Immortal Souls,
Pantaleimon,
Yazoo,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine.
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.