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 Portugal and from Jakarta.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Toronto.
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 Tres Demented to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Matthew Bourne. All the underground hits.
All N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blancmange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord 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 chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gastr Del Sol,
Bobby Womack,
Ken Boothe,
Delta 5,
Fluxion,
Average White Band,
Harmonia,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Liliput,
Eric B and Rakim,
Maleditus Sound,
Maurizio,
Joey Negro,
kango's stein massive,
Chris & Cosey,
Monolake,
Mad Mike,
Lindisfarne,
David Axelrod,
Minnie Riperton,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Aural Exciters,
Circle Jerks,
The Cure,
Lower 48,
Main Source,
Alphaville,
Carl Craig,
Animal Collective,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Durutti Column,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Thompson Twins,
Reuben Wilson,
Inner City,
Scott Walker,
Boogie Down Productions,
Danielle Patucci,
Accadde A,
Andrew Hill,
Eric Copeland,
Ice-T,
The Monochrome Set,
Ronan,
Wings,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Doors,
Bob Dylan,
Josef K,
Black Flag,
Bobby Sherman,
Popol Vuh,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Nick Fraelich,
Scrapy,
The Index,
X-102,
The Smoke,
Eric Dolphy,
Anakelly,
Wolf Eyes,
Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day.
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.