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 Tajikistan and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 spring reverb 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 The Residents to the rock 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 Thee Headcoats. All the underground hits.
All The Sisters of Mercy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minnie Riperton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro 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 synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Invisible,
Chris Corsano,
Gang Starr,
Albert Ayler,
The Young Rascals,
Bill Near,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Mary Jane Girls,
B.T. Express,
Henry Cow,
the Germs,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Average White Band,
Simply Red,
the Slits,
Kevin Saunderson,
Patti Smith,
The Blues Magoos,
Theoretical Girls,
Lucky Dragons,
Soft Cell,
The Cure,
Popol Vuh,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Deakin,
Pylon,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Fall,
The Music Machine,
Delon & Dalcan,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Suicide,
Amazonics,
Cameo,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Gregory Isaacs,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Anthony Braxton,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Icehouse,
Mandrill,
Lyres,
Rakim,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Depeche Mode,
Roxette,
The Searchers,
Los Fastidios,
Echospace,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Banda Bassotti,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
These Immortal Souls,
Tomorrow,
Moebius,
Flamin' Groovies,
Josef K,
Scrapy,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going.
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.