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 Kiribati and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 rhodes 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 Easy Going to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Lungfish. All the underground hits.
All Bobbi Humphrey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Detroit Cobras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro 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 oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABBA,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ohio Players,
Spandau Ballet,
The Blues Magoos,
Theoretical Girls,
Icehouse,
Wings,
Cybotron,
Ultra Naté,
Alison Limerick,
EPMD,
Bauhaus,
Joey Negro,
Eli Mardock,
Prince Buster,
Wally Richardson,
Sällskapet,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
the Normal,
Panda Bear,
The Toasters,
Black Moon,
The Knickerbockers,
Siglo XX,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
New Age Steppers,
Tears for Fears,
The Golliwogs,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Dave Clark Five,
Terry Callier,
The Zeros,
X-101,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bluetip,
Aural Exciters,
Circle Jerks,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
H. Thieme,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sister Nancy,
Tom Boy,
Lou Reed,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Wire,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Real Kids,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Dorothy Ashby,
Unwound,
The Last Poets,
Gang of Four,
T.S.O.L.,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Peter and Kerry,
The Velvet Underground,
Glenn Branca,
Ossler,
Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw.
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.