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 Singapore and from Columbus.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 arpeggiator 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 Heavy D & The Boyz to the punk 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 The Angels of Light. All the underground hits.
All The Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dorothy Ashby record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a güiro and a clarinet 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 mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deakin,
Goldenarms,
X-Ray Spex,
Von Mondo,
Joy Division,
The Black Dice,
Camouflage,
The J.B.'s,
Schoolly D,
Fifty Foot Hose,
New York Dolls,
Television Personalities,
Crime,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Althea and Donna,
Quadrant,
K-Klass,
The Techniques,
Darondo,
Soft Machine,
Donny Hathaway,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gong,
The Doors,
Slave,
Eddi Front,
Joey Negro,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Agitation Free,
The Monochrome Set,
E-Dancer,
Gabor Szabo,
Easy Going,
Radiopuhelimet,
Urselle,
Soulsonic Force,
The Electric Prunes,
The Evens,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Albert Ayler,
David McCallum,
Jeff Lynne,
The Dirtbombs,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Slits,
The American Breed,
The Music Machine,
Ultravox,
Zero Boys,
Pulsallama,
Deadbeat,
Motorama,
Iggy Pop,
Rosa Yemen,
Banda Bassotti,
Prince Buster,
Khruangbin,
Severed Heads,
EPMD,
Niagra,
Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon.
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.