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 Iraq and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the linndrum 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 The Stooges to the electroclash 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 Camouflage. All the underground hits.
All Wolf Eyes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Massinfluence 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum 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 snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Talk Talk,
Wasted Youth,
Archie Shepp,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ultra Naté,
Toni Rubio,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Laurel Aitken,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Country Joe & The Fish,
the Association,
MC5,
Tim Buckley,
Dead Boys,
Scion,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bobby Womack,
Shoche,
The Sound,
Au Pairs,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Fluxion,
Zero Boys,
Radio Birdman,
Moebius,
Eurythmics,
D'Angelo,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ten City,
the Fania All-Stars,
Jerry's Kids,
New Age Steppers,
Aswad,
Second Layer,
Bill Near,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Idris Muhammad,
Slave,
New Order,
Amon Düül,
Blancmange,
Rapeman,
Sixth Finger,
Deepchord,
Scan 7,
Gerry Rafferty,
Stiv Bators,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Hot Snakes,
Boz Scaggs,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Selecter,
Funkadelic,
Nation of Ulysses,
World's Most,
Kerri Chandler,
Freddie Wadling,
Charles Mingus,
John Lydon,
Sexual Harrassment,
Reuben Wilson,
Althea and Donna,
Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter.
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.