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 Philippines and from Shanghai.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Johannesburg.
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 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 ABBA to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 In Retrospect. All the underground hits.
All David Axelrod tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shoche record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator 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 oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yusef Lateef,
The Cramps,
The Wake,
Quadrant,
Liliput,
Talk Talk,
Sun City Girls,
Arcadia,
The Vogues,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Tom Boy,
The Shadows of Knight,
FM Einheit,
The Gories,
Ohio Players,
Symarip,
Byron Stingily,
John Coltrane,
The Happenings,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Peter & Gordon,
Organ,
The Trojans,
Gang Gang Dance,
R.M.O.,
Whodini,
The American Breed,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Scan 7,
Model 500,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Los Fastidios,
Warsaw,
Jacques Brel,
Sandy B,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Godley & Creme,
the Sonics,
Cecil Taylor,
Rhythm & Sound,
Mr. Review,
T. Rex,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Arthur Verocai,
Kevin Saunderson,
Man Parrish,
Agitation Free,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Scratch Acid,
Duran Duran,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Moleskins,
Derrick Morgan,
This Heat,
Maleditus Sound,
Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat.
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.