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 Madagascar and from Milan.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Radio Birdman to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Desert Stars. All the underground hits.
All Excepter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerri Chandler 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba 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 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Swans,
The Tremeloes,
Althea and Donna,
UT,
Siglo XX,
Supertramp,
Gang Starr,
Radiopuhelimet,
Los Fastidios,
the Soft Cell,
Gregory Isaacs,
The J.B.'s,
Amon Düül,
Josef K,
Sight & Sound,
Symarip,
the Germs,
Grauzone,
Niagra,
Nils Olav,
Monolake,
The Mummies,
Fad Gadget,
FM Einheit,
Harpers Bizarre,
Rapeman,
Grey Daturas,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Kinks,
Aaron Thompson,
Dave Gahan,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Cluster,
Q65,
The Doors,
Sun City Girls,
Essential Logic,
Clear Light,
Flipper,
Swans,
The Skatalites,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Subhumans,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Rhythm & Sound,
Johnny Osbourne,
Heaven 17,
Guru Guru,
The Searchers,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Zapp,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gichy Dan,
Erasure,
The Golliwogs,
Technova,
Neil Young,
Carl Craig,
Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier.
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.