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 Comoros and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Faust to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux. All the underground hits.
All Fear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DNA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 güiro and a theremin 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 organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Stooges,
Gichy Dan,
Skaos,
The Names,
Gong,
Kerri Chandler,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Eden Ahbez,
Fela Kuti,
X-102,
Liliput,
Lucky Dragons,
David Bowie,
Camouflage,
Throbbing Gristle,
Hardrive,
Q and Not U,
John Holt,
Gerry Rafferty,
DJ Sneak,
Neil Young,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Soul II Soul,
Unrelated Segments,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Pole,
Tears for Fears,
Kevin Saunderson,
Boredoms,
Lou Reed,
Wolf Eyes,
X-Ray Spex,
Stetsasonic,
Scion,
Eve St. Jones,
Boz Scaggs,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ash Ra Tempel,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sparks,
T. Rex,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Juan Atkins,
The Victims,
Kurtis Blow,
Shoche,
Black Pus,
Freddie Wadling,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Monochrome Set,
The Real Kids,
Silicon Teens,
New Age Steppers,
Godley & Creme,
The Sonics,
Desert Stars,
Skarface,
Ornette Coleman,
Scratch Acid,
Half Japanese,
Crispy Ambulance,
Yusef Lateef,
Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus.
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.