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 Azerbaijan and from Cairo.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Kas Product to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Blake Baxter. All the underground hits.
All Juan Atkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Procol Harum 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb 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 marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Technova,
Guru Guru,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Matthew Bourne,
The Index,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Electric Prunes,
Morten Harket,
Altered Images,
Urselle,
Cecil Taylor,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
UT,
Yaz,
Radio Birdman,
Arthur Verocai,
Black Flag,
Marc Almond,
Robert Hood,
Magma,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Eden Ahbez,
Symarip,
Sun Ra,
Boogie Down Productions,
Eric Dolphy,
the Soft Cell,
Peter and Kerry,
The Birthday Party,
Crime,
The Trojans,
Lebanon Hanover,
KRS-One,
Eli Mardock,
Minor Threat,
Blake Baxter,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Saints,
Absolute Body Control,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Nirvana,
Lungfish,
The Dead C,
Godley & Creme,
In Retrospect,
K-Klass,
Tubeway Army,
Jeff Lynne,
Ice-T,
Cybotron,
Peter & Gordon,
Eddi Front,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Simply Red,
Graham Central Station,
The American Breed,
Mantronix,
Kool Moe Dee,
Crispian St. Peters,
Soft Cell,
Skaos,
Loose Ends,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))).
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.