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 Angola and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 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 Funky Four + One to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Angels of Light. All the underground hits.
All The Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cecil Taylor 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare 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 marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Prunes,
The Last Poets,
Au Pairs,
Sarah Menescal,
Reuben Wilson,
The Selecter,
Lungfish,
U.S. Maple,
The Smoke,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
La Düsseldorf,
Reagan Youth,
Basic Channel,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Glambeats Corp.,
Siglo XX,
The Young Rascals,
Joyce Sims,
Dennis Brown,
Henry Cow,
Delta 5,
Moebius,
The Dead C,
Gichy Dan,
Cluster,
Laurel Aitken,
Supertramp,
DJ Style,
kango's stein massive,
Zero Boys,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Trojans,
Nirvana,
Lyres,
Amon Düül,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
KRS-One,
The Five Americans,
Depeche Mode,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lebanon Hanover,
Yellowson,
Gerry Rafferty,
China Crisis,
Dead Boys,
Gil Scott Heron,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Jeff Lynne,
Bang On A Can,
Agitation Free,
Audionom,
The Walker Brothers,
Funky Four + One,
The Fugs,
Metal Thangz,
Yusef Lateef,
Trumans Water,
The Leaves,
Brand Nubian,
Slave,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo.
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.