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 Japan and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the guitar 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 a-ha to the grunge 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 Nas. All the underground hits.
All Dark Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythim Is Rhythim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Wyatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Hood,
The Zeros,
Jeru the Damaja,
Derrick May,
The Cramps,
The Angels of Light,
Ultra Naté,
World's Most,
The Doobie Brothers,
Minny Pops,
Mo-Dettes,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Todd Terry,
Soft Cell,
Con Funk Shun,
Surgeon,
Bootsy Collins,
The Trojans,
Peter & Gordon,
Sparks,
Skarface,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Livin' Joy,
Black Bananas,
Tears for Fears,
Minutemen,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Negative Approach,
Camberwell Now,
Roger Hodgson,
Slave,
Joensuu 1685,
La Düsseldorf,
Q and Not U,
Rekid,
Section 25,
The United States of America,
The Star Department,
Tom Boy,
Kayak,
Leonard Cohen,
Mark Hollis,
Mandrill,
The Velvet Underground,
Ultravox,
The Human League,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Roy Ayers,
The Residents,
Lightning Bolt,
Scott Walker,
John Foxx,
The Last Poets,
Crooked Eye,
Slick Rick,
Zero Boys,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Birthday Party,
Malaria!,
Dead Boys,
The J.B.'s,
Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth.
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.