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 Sudan and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 guitar 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 Bobbi Humphrey to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Susan Cadogan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barbara Tucker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Smog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Wyatt,
Lakeside,
Black Pus,
L. Decosne,
Television Personalities,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Saints,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Suburban Knight,
Mark Hollis,
Dark Day,
Kaleidoscope,
Wally Richardson,
Eric B and Rakim,
These Immortal Souls,
Wolf Eyes,
Bad Manners,
Rotary Connection,
Flash Fearless,
Lower 48,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Youth Brigade,
T.S.O.L.,
Kenny Larkin,
Outsiders,
The Alarm Clocks,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Rosa Yemen,
Johnny Clarke,
Eurythmics,
Section 25,
Ultra Naté,
The Blackbyrds,
New Age Steppers,
EPMD,
Erykah Badu,
Negative Approach,
DNA,
Jeru the Damaja,
Kas Product,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Patti Smith,
The Dirtbombs,
Gang Starr,
The Wake,
Bauhaus,
Barbara Tucker,
Drexciya,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Fatback Band,
Agent Orange,
Skriet,
Nirvana,
Scion,
The Gories,
Arab on Radar,
Newcleus,
Pantaleimon,
Tears for Fears,
Sparks,
Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk.
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.