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 Bahamas and from Madrid.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin 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 John Coltrane to the dance 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 Eddi Front. All the underground hits.
All The Men They Couldn't Hang tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Organ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar 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 sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Mo-Dettes,
Moss Icon,
Man Parrish,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Buckinghams,
Bluetip,
Qualms,
New Order,
Angry Samoans,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gerry Rafferty,
Grauzone,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Motions,
Lalann,
Desert Stars,
Maurizio,
Jeff Lynne,
Joy Division,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Pylon,
Motorama,
Bobby Byrd,
cv313,
Wasted Youth,
Black Moon,
Black Sheep,
Magazine,
Kool Moe Dee,
Heaven 17,
the Germs,
Pulsallama,
Kayak,
Easy Going,
OOIOO,
Althea and Donna,
X-102,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sex Pistols,
Arab on Radar,
Junior Murvin,
Aswad,
The Martian,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Erykah Badu,
Moebius,
Graham Central Station,
Roxy Music,
Sight & Sound,
Fela Kuti,
X-Ray Spex,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Aural Exciters,
Tim Buckley,
a-ha,
Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler.
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.