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 Uzbekistan and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the sitar 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 Lou Christie to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Kool Moe Dee. All the underground hits.
All Marshall Jefferson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arab on Radar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum 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 oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Fuzztones,
Radiopuhelimet,
ABC,
Jimmy McGriff,
Moby Grape,
The Mojo Men,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Frankie Knuckles,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Blackbyrds,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lee Hazlewood,
Glenn Branca,
Donald Byrd,
Depeche Mode,
Flipper,
The Gun Club,
Kevin Saunderson,
Stereo Dub,
Lalann,
Mad Mike,
ABBA,
Scott Walker,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Charles Mingus,
The Velvet Underground,
Nation of Ulysses,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Angry Samoans,
Swell Maps,
Dark Day,
The Young Rascals,
Roxette,
Fugazi,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Skaos,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Dave Clark Five,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Doors,
The Sonics,
Howard Jones,
Goldenarms,
New Order,
Ralphi Rosario,
John Holt,
Bill Wells,
John Lydon,
The Fortunes,
The Barracudas,
Q and Not U,
The Fugs,
Godley & Creme,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
La Düsseldorf,
Maurizio,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sun City Girls,
Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees.
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.