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 New Zealand and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Archie Shepp to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 the Association. All the underground hits.
All Idris Muhammad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Knickerbockers 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro 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 linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultimate Spinach,
Roy Ayers,
Zero Boys,
the Association,
The Velvet Underground,
The Doobie Brothers,
In Retrospect,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Soul Sonic Force,
Popol Vuh,
OOIOO,
The Moody Blues,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Red Krayola,
The Saints,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Television Personalities,
Jeff Lynne,
Don Cherry,
Camberwell Now,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Warren Ellis,
The Tremeloes,
The Searchers,
Maurizio,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Soul II Soul,
the Fania All-Stars,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Doors,
MDC,
Prince Buster,
JFA,
The Dead C,
Deakin,
Shoche,
The Fortunes,
R.M.O.,
Kayak,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Mark Hollis,
Mantronix,
Radiopuhelimet,
Simply Red,
Make Up,
The Zeros,
Young Marble Giants,
Lightning Bolt,
Cameo,
Henry Cow,
Joy Division,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Gun Club,
Oneida,
Faust,
The Star Department,
Cluster,
Motorama,
Fela Kuti,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
FM Einheit,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw.
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.