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 Malta and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the organ 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 Cheater Slicks to the rock 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 X-102. All the underground hits.
All The Cure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gabor Szabo 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar 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 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Tremeloes,
Bronski Beat,
The Remains,
Neu!,
Liliput,
The Dirtbombs,
Aural Exciters,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Chrome,
The Beau Brummels,
Ronan,
Wasted Youth,
Index,
Freddie Wadling,
La Düsseldorf,
Easy Going,
Peter & Gordon,
Bob Dylan,
Letta Mbulu,
Dennis Brown,
Simply Red,
Bill Wells,
Camouflage,
The Blues Magoos,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Toasters,
Fifty Foot Hose,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Fugazi,
Brand Nubian,
Mr. Review,
The Mummies,
Basic Channel,
Junior Murvin,
Jerry's Kids,
The Gap Band,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Josef K,
Mary Jane Girls,
Arthur Verocai,
Donald Byrd,
Nirvana,
Livin' Joy,
The Five Americans,
Ludus,
The Monochrome Set,
Jawbox,
Byron Stingily,
Jimmy McGriff,
Das Ding,
Scott Walker,
The New Christs,
Make Up,
Blake Baxter,
The Cure,
Hasil Adkins,
Danielle Patucci,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Country Teasers,
Wings,
Jerry Gold Smith,
B.T. Express,
Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective.
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.