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 Nepal and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Selector Dub Narcotic to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Camberwell Now. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every K-Klass 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb 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 güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marshall Jefferson,
K-Klass,
Pere Ubu,
Glenn Branca,
Animal Collective,
Eric Dolphy,
The Stooges,
Marvin Gaye,
Brick,
Cybotron,
Ash Ra Tempel,
John Cale,
The Seeds,
Frankie Knuckles,
Vainqueur,
Robert Görl,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ponytail,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Roger Hodgson,
Roy Ayers,
Leonard Cohen,
Amon Düül,
Mission of Burma,
Mark Hollis,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
T.S.O.L.,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Groovy Waters,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Alton Ellis,
Icehouse,
Rosa Yemen,
Dennis Brown,
The Offenders,
The Searchers,
The Flesh Eaters,
Fatback Band,
David McCallum,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Funkadelic,
Eddi Front,
Nik Kershaw,
Organ,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
World's Most,
Babytalk,
Ultimate Spinach,
Zero Boys,
Harry Pussy,
Absolute Body Control,
The Saints,
kango's stein massive,
Stiv Bators,
Japan,
Soft Cell,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Stereo Dub,
the Association,
Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses.
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.