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 South Africa and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Severed Heads to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Quando Quango. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oblivians record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oneida record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monks,
DJ Sneak,
Visage,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Alarm Clocks,
Nils Olav,
Loose Ends,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Smog,
The Martian,
Derrick May,
Magma,
Sun Ra,
Marcia Griffiths,
U.S. Maple,
Buzzcocks,
The Cowsills,
Flipper,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Roy Ayers,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Gories,
The Litter,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Seeds,
The Tremeloes,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
X-Ray Spex,
Ken Boothe,
Soulsonic Force,
Morten Harket,
John Holt,
Eric Dolphy,
Drexciya,
The Slits,
Soul II Soul,
Severed Heads,
the Association,
The New Christs,
Robert Hood,
B.T. Express,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Joe Smooth,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bobbi Humphrey,
L. Decosne,
Eurythmics,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Grandmaster Flash,
the Bar-Kays,
Lakeside,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Pop Group,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Blancmange,
Bob Dylan,
Roxette,
Panda Bear,
Procol Harum,
Gong,
Main Source,
Lower 48,
Deakin, Deakin, Deakin, Deakin.
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.