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 Bulgaria and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in 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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the theremin 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 Cymande to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Bill Wells. All the underground hits.
All Grauzone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cabaret Voltaire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro 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 harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blancmange,
Duran Duran,
Max Romeo,
Section 25,
The Angels of Light,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Scan 7,
The Dead C,
48th St. Collective,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Cymande,
Ituana,
Hot Snakes,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Kool Moe Dee,
Donald Byrd,
Bush Tetras,
Echospace,
Marcia Griffiths,
Infiniti,
F. McDonald,
Franke,
Soul II Soul,
Fluxion,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lyres,
Chrome,
The Monochrome Set,
Magazine,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Dark Day,
Crooked Eye,
Bill Wells,
The Kinks,
Robert Wyatt,
Pulsallama,
Drexciya,
Fear,
The Sound,
The Gladiators,
Albert Ayler,
Theoretical Girls,
Chris & Cosey,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Mo-Dettes,
Mark Hollis,
The Sonics,
the Fania All-Stars,
Byron Stingily,
Yazoo,
Ultravox,
Liliput,
Monolake,
Whodini,
Sound Behaviour,
Yusef Lateef,
Zapp,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Names,
Arcadia,
Flipper,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme.
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.