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 Greece and from Calgary.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Rekid to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Jesper Dahlbäck. All the underground hits.
All Skaos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Negative Approach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator 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 linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Saccharine Trust,
Maleditus Sound,
Flash Fearless,
The Fuzztones,
Soul II Soul,
Kurtis Blow,
The Detroit Cobras,
Robert Hood,
Roger Hodgson,
Sugar Minott,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Moleskins,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Spoonie Gee,
China Crisis,
David Axelrod,
The Walker Brothers,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Skriet,
The Doobie Brothers,
Eric B and Rakim,
Monks,
Moby Grape,
Boogie Down Productions,
Anakelly,
Scion,
John Lydon,
Minnie Riperton,
Echospace,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Pharoah Sanders,
Suburban Knight,
Kevin Saunderson,
Thompson Twins,
Susan Cadogan,
The Fall,
Rakim,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The New Christs,
Sex Pistols,
Half Japanese,
Radiopuhelimet,
Au Pairs,
One Last Wish,
Quadrant,
Moebius,
Gichy Dan,
Second Layer,
Clear Light,
The Count Five,
Rufus Thomas,
Funkadelic,
The Martian,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Gun Club,
Shoche,
Easy Going,
Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones.
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.