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 Croatia and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 marimba 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 Severed Heads to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Banda Bassotti. All the underground hits.
All Nico tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Hill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 marimba and an arpeggiator 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 theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Tomorrow,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Vogues,
The Seeds,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Whodini,
L. Decosne,
Darondo,
Joensuu 1685,
Wolf Eyes,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Television,
Warsaw,
The Offenders,
Yellowson,
Colin Newman,
Sonny Sharrock,
Easy Going,
Lou Christie,
Cymande,
The Alarm Clocks,
T. Rex,
Steve Hackett,
Junior Murvin,
Lungfish,
Accadde A,
Radiopuhelimet,
John Lydon,
Robert Hood,
Glenn Branca,
Blossom Toes,
Depeche Mode,
Roxy Music,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Pagans,
FM Einheit,
The Human League,
Pere Ubu,
Barrington Levy,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Move,
H. Thieme,
Rakim,
Absolute Body Control,
Infiniti,
Country Teasers,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ituana,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Doobie Brothers,
Moebius,
Skriet,
the Sonics,
Rosa Yemen,
The Searchers,
Lalann,
Judy Mowatt,
Black Bananas,
Bobby Byrd,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Patti Smith,
Scott Walker,
Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders.
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.