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 Tonga and from Winnipeg.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the oboe 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 T. Rex to the crunk 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew. All the underground hits.
All The Tremeloes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Green 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin 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 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sonics,
The Names,
Funky Four + One,
Mary Jane Girls,
the Human League,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Mojo Men,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Monolake,
L. Decosne,
Tears for Fears,
Visage,
The Gladiators,
Flamin' Groovies,
Subhumans,
T. Rex,
Buzzcocks,
Pierre Henry,
Delon & Dalcan,
Mad Mike,
Masters at Work,
Curtis Mayfield,
Siglo XX,
The J.B.'s,
Ossler,
The Electric Prunes,
The Victims,
Dead Boys,
The Tremeloes,
OOIOO,
Warren Ellis,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Television,
Howard Jones,
the Slits,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lucky Dragons,
David McCallum,
Barbara Tucker,
Groovy Waters,
John Lydon,
Lyres,
Michelle Simonal,
The Detroit Cobras,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Divine Comedy,
Cybotron,
Sarah Menescal,
The Last Poets,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Vladislav Delay,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Fear,
Unrelated Segments,
Lungfish,
Rosa Yemen,
The Count Five,
Rakim,
Tomorrow,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Index,
Spandau Ballet,
Stiv Bators,
H. Thieme,
Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A.
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.