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 Laos and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 mellotron 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 Q and Not U to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Danielle Patucci. All the underground hits.
All June Days tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Zeros 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a harpsichord 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 harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pulsallama,
Hasil Adkins,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Goldenarms,
Underground Resistance,
Mantronix,
ABC,
Negative Approach,
Alphaville,
Ituana,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Grauzone,
Heaven 17,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Move,
Tim Buckley,
These Immortal Souls,
Supertramp,
Fear,
Procol Harum,
Accadde A,
Isaac Hayes,
Brick,
The Offenders,
Ponytail,
Minnie Riperton,
Ronnie Foster,
The Dave Clark Five,
Carl Craig,
L. Decosne,
Harry Pussy,
Curtis Mayfield,
Yusef Lateef,
Brothers Johnson,
Black Moon,
Slick Rick,
Chris Corsano,
48th St. Collective,
Cameo,
Au Pairs,
The Dirtbombs,
Joey Negro,
Jeff Mills,
Blossom Toes,
Marine Girls,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Chris & Cosey,
The Fugs,
The Cramps,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Misunderstood,
Vainqueur,
The Cowsills,
The Index,
Siglo XX,
Barrington Levy,
Rod Modell,
Cluster,
Simply Red,
UT,
Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell.
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.