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 Tuvalu and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 mellotron 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 David McCallum to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Isaac Hayes. All the underground hits.
All Sandy B tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sixth Finger 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe 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 mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nik Kershaw,
B.T. Express,
Eric Dolphy,
The Neon Judgement,
Jeff Lynne,
The Fall,
Kaleidoscope,
Neil Young,
Aaron Thompson,
Godley & Creme,
Althea and Donna,
Charles Mingus,
Drexciya,
Minnie Riperton,
Grey Daturas,
Rosa Yemen,
Steve Hackett,
Anakelly,
Boz Scaggs,
Gang Gang Dance,
Yazoo,
Pagans,
The Kinks,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lou Christie,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Tomorrow,
Make Up,
Robert Görl,
Derrick Morgan,
Scion,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Marshall Jefferson,
Aloha Tigers,
Tubeway Army,
JFA,
New Age Steppers,
The Fortunes,
Banda Bassotti,
Brick,
Wolf Eyes,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Pole,
Silicon Teens,
Dennis Brown,
The Real Kids,
Von Mondo,
The Victims,
Joey Negro,
Animal Collective,
Trumans Water,
Bootsy Collins,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Curtis Mayfield,
Fela Kuti,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sonic Youth,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Amon Düül,
Ossler, Ossler, Ossler, Ossler.
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.