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 Italy and from Lyon.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Associates to the grunge 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 Bobby Hutcherson. All the underground hits.
All The Fugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Duran Duran record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare 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 guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young,
Easy Going,
Leonard Cohen,
Alison Limerick,
DJ Style,
Bootsy Collins,
Funkadelic,
China Crisis,
The Fugs,
Mo-Dettes,
John Coltrane,
Scientists,
The Monks,
Clear Light,
Yusef Lateef,
K-Klass,
Guru Guru,
Jacques Brel,
Deakin,
Tubeway Army,
Newcleus,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Associates,
Camberwell Now,
Jesper Dahlback,
Brothers Johnson,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Smiths,
Monks,
Marshall Jefferson,
Wings,
The Slackers,
Wasted Youth,
The Stooges,
Altered Images,
Pantaleimon,
Section 25,
Buzzcocks,
Johnny Clarke,
Gang of Four,
The Dead C,
Fat Boys,
Lou Christie,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lightning Bolt,
Scan 7,
Neu!,
Duran Duran,
X-102,
Boz Scaggs,
Severed Heads,
the Human League,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Goldenarms,
Patti Smith,
Cymande,
Cluster,
Max Romeo,
Moebius,
Matthew Bourne,
The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins.
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.