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 Bahrain and from Mexico City.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Crash Course in Science to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Connie Case. All the underground hits.
All Icehouse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Leonard Cohen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare 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 marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rosa Yemen,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gil Scott Heron,
UT,
The Victims,
Duran Duran,
the Sonics,
Pantytec,
Howard Jones,
Kevin Saunderson,
Soul II Soul,
Nas,
Ohio Players,
The Dirtbombs,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Big Daddy Kane,
Pantaleimon,
Jeff Mills,
Harmonia,
The Five Americans,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Fluxion,
Inner City,
Saccharine Trust,
Blossom Toes,
X-Ray Spex,
The Buckinghams,
Panda Bear,
T.S.O.L.,
Accadde A,
Loose Ends,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gang of Four,
Jacques Brel,
Organ,
The Black Dice,
Boz Scaggs,
Silicon Teens,
Stetsasonic,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Cramps,
David Bowie,
Kas Product,
Franke,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Pulsallama,
X-102,
Anthony Braxton,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Liliput,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Section 25,
Urselle,
Tom Boy,
Stereo Dub,
Absolute Body Control,
Todd Rundgren,
The Leaves,
Joensuu 1685,
Youth Brigade,
kango's stein massive,
Connie Case,
Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy.
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.