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 Bhutan and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
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 Clear Light to the disco 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 In Retrospect. All the underground hits.
All Kool G Rap & DJ Polo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suburban Knight 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro 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 rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Bowie,
U.S. Maple,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Infiniti,
Spoonie Gee,
kango's stein massive,
The Sound,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Dead C,
The Associates,
Tommy Roe,
Blossom Toes,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Soul Sonic Force,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Loose Ends,
The Motions,
Dark Day,
Anthony Braxton,
Sandy B,
Ice-T,
The Human League,
Negative Approach,
Porter Ricks,
Warren Ellis,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Drive Like Jehu,
Kerrie Biddell,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lucky Dragons,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Deakin,
Man Eating Sloth,
Stereo Dub,
Procol Harum,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Offenders,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gastr Del Sol,
Hasil Adkins,
Vladislav Delay,
X-102,
Absolute Body Control,
Franke,
Roger Hodgson,
Yazoo,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lalo Schifrin,
Au Pairs,
X-101,
Fear,
Jimmy McGriff,
Khruangbin,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Monks,
Black Moon,
Pussy Galore,
The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks.
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.