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 Bahamas and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ 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 The Five Americans to the crunk 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 Faust. All the underground hits.
All Shoche tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Tremeloes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 spring reverb and an oboe 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 güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker,
The Move,
Cecil Taylor,
Siglo XX,
Zero Boys,
Pet Shop Boys,
Parry Music,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Tropical Tobacco,
Soul Sonic Force,
Johnny Clarke,
The Leaves,
Eurythmics,
X-101,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sound Behaviour,
Wings,
Skriet,
Warsaw,
Brass Construction,
Mantronix,
Boz Scaggs,
Frankie Knuckles,
Aaron Thompson,
Robert Görl,
Stetsasonic,
Crooked Eye,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Newcleus,
Anakelly,
Pussy Galore,
The Blues Magoos,
The Busters,
Bronski Beat,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Radio Birdman,
Minor Threat,
8 Eyed Spy,
Deadbeat,
Roy Ayers,
Arthur Verocai,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Eve St. Jones,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Remains,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lightning Bolt,
Hasil Adkins,
The Mojo Men,
Lebanon Hanover,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ralphi Rosario,
Arab on Radar,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Joensuu 1685,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Marine Girls,
The Velvet Underground,
Ultra Naté,
Fad Gadget,
Max Romeo,
Black Pus,
Agitation Free,
Anthony Braxton,
The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders.
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.