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 Nepal and from Copenhagen.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Deakin to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 These Immortal Souls. All the underground hits.
All Rhythim Is Rhythim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Normal 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 theremin 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 theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Divine Comedy,
The Zeros,
The Remains,
Freddie Wadling,
Pantytec,
Don Cherry,
Letta Mbulu,
The Victims,
Clear Light,
Mantronix,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Circle Jerks,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
B.T. Express,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Spoonie Gee,
Steve Hackett,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Das Ding,
Eddi Front,
Althea and Donna,
KRS-One,
Underground Resistance,
The Tremeloes,
Talk Talk,
Livin' Joy,
Kerrie Biddell,
Little Man,
The Knickerbockers,
Nils Olav,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Raincoats,
Todd Rundgren,
Bill Near,
Lee Hazlewood,
X-101,
The American Breed,
Tom Boy,
the Association,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sonic Youth,
The Doors,
Gong,
The Velvet Underground,
The Stooges,
Skarface,
David Axelrod,
The Cowsills,
John Cale,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Trumans Water,
The Standells,
Wire,
Man Eating Sloth,
Thompson Twins,
Average White Band,
Ossler,
Wings,
Heaven 17,
Simply Red,
Dorothy Ashby,
48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. 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.