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 Zambia and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Livin' Joy 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 Tres Demented. All the underground hits.
All Loose Ends tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Copeland 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dave Gahan,
Lou Christie,
The Mummies,
Prince Buster,
Laurel Aitken,
Mars,
Fad Gadget,
F. McDonald,
DNA,
MDC,
Vladislav Delay,
The Monks,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Malaria!,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Flesh Eaters,
Theoretical Girls,
Wasted Youth,
JFA,
the Sonics,
Surgeon,
Ten City,
The Martian,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Rod Modell,
Peter and Kerry,
Metal Thangz,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Misunderstood,
U.S. Maple,
Royal Trux,
Eve St. Jones,
Skaos,
The Raincoats,
Eden Ahbez,
Donald Byrd,
Easy Going,
Neil Young,
Marine Girls,
Lalann,
Andrew Hill,
PIL,
Skriet,
Albert Ayler,
The Gladiators,
Yaz,
The Dirtbombs,
Boredoms,
Stiv Bators,
Desert Stars,
Amon Düül,
Marcia Griffiths,
Pet Shop Boys,
DJ Style,
Franke,
Symarip,
Tommy Roe,
Electric Prunes,
Harry Pussy,
Shuggie Otis,
Morten Harket,
Silicon Teens,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap.
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.