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 Taiwan and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Amon Düül II. All the underground hits.
All Ludus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 linndrum and a harpsichord 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 marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bad Manners,
Danielle Patucci,
Funkadelic,
Harpers Bizarre,
New Age Steppers,
Procol Harum,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Neu!,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Cure,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Severed Heads,
Suicide,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Fear,
Johnny Clarke,
The Raincoats,
Judy Mowatt,
DJ Sneak,
Harmonia,
Mary Jane Girls,
Big Daddy Kane,
Jacques Brel,
The Five Americans,
The Remains,
Harry Pussy,
Maleditus Sound,
Boz Scaggs,
Spandau Ballet,
The Fugs,
Pantaleimon,
Aloha Tigers,
Mark Hollis,
Newcleus,
JFA,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Terry Callier,
The Fuzztones,
Glambeats Corp.,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lungfish,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Hasil Adkins,
Isaac Hayes,
Steve Hackett,
The Index,
Intrusion,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Last Poets,
Pantytec,
Tubeway Army,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Traffic Nightmare,
Tres Demented,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Basic Channel,
Section 25,
The Move,
Dual Sessions,
Arab on Radar,
Crash Course in Science,
Nico, Nico, Nico, Nico.
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.