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 Czech Republic and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 clarinet 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 Girls At Our Best! to the punk 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 Beasts of Bourbon. All the underground hits.
All Con Funk Shun tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every E-Dancer record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron 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 theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moebius,
Yusef Lateef,
The Doobie Brothers,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Arab on Radar,
Gil Scott Heron,
Matthew Bourne,
Massinfluence,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Iggy Pop,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Gladiators,
Unrelated Segments,
Sam Rivers,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Moleskins,
Black Bananas,
Sparks,
The Associates,
Underground Resistance,
Mandrill,
Sight & Sound,
Smog,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
These Immortal Souls,
AZ,
Rakim,
Electric Light Orchestra,
This Heat,
Black Pus,
The Count Five,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Alton Ellis,
The Buckinghams,
John Cale,
La Düsseldorf,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Black Moon,
Maurizio,
Tears for Fears,
The Birthday Party,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lindisfarne,
Todd Terry,
the Germs,
Aloha Tigers,
Unwound,
New Age Steppers,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Fortunes,
Peter and Kerry,
Public Image Ltd.,
Minny Pops,
Mr. Review,
Kas Product,
Niagra,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The United States of America,
Tom Boy,
Kerrie Biddell,
Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma.
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.