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 Guinea and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro 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 The Music Machine to the dance 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 Subhumans. All the underground hits.
All Vaughan Mason & Crew tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerrie Biddell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Divine Comedy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Wyatt,
Television,
Sixth Finger,
June Days,
Hasil Adkins,
Second Layer,
X-Ray Spex,
Gang Green,
Cybotron,
Prince Buster,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sällskapet,
Black Moon,
Joy Division,
X-102,
Amon Düül,
Delta 5,
The Velvet Underground,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lindisfarne,
Fela Kuti,
The Leaves,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The New Christs,
Fear,
Tom Boy,
The Cowsills,
Vladislav Delay,
Outsiders,
Sun Ra,
Avey Tare,
Camberwell Now,
Harry Pussy,
John Holt,
the Fania All-Stars,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
China Crisis,
The Knickerbockers,
Monks,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Electric Prunes,
Con Funk Shun,
PIL,
Quadrant,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Jawbox,
The Martian,
Public Enemy,
Ralphi Rosario,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bobby Womack,
Sugar Minott,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Dead C,
The Slits,
Easy Going,
Scrapy,
Scion,
Clear Light,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
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.