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 Philippines and from Jakarta.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Taipei.
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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Y Pants to the grime 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 Make Up. All the underground hits.
All Robert Wyatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & John Cale record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin 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 güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mighty Diamonds,
Rapeman,
Minnie Riperton,
John Holt,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Danielle Patucci,
Radio Birdman,
Faust,
Wasted Youth,
The Grass Roots,
David Bowie,
Maleditus Sound,
K-Klass,
ABC,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
EPMD,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Negative Approach,
The Blues Magoos,
Flipper,
Lee Hazlewood,
John Coltrane,
Don Cherry,
Outsiders,
Y Pants,
Schoolly D,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Zeros,
Jeff Mills,
Electric Prunes,
Kenny Larkin,
Robert Görl,
The Tremeloes,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Fire Engines,
U.S. Maple,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Invisible,
Thompson Twins,
Absolute Body Control,
Ice-T,
Technova,
Marine Girls,
Visage,
Dual Sessions,
Underground Resistance,
Rosa Yemen,
the Germs,
Robert Wyatt,
Wire,
Soulsonic Force,
Agitation Free,
Barrington Levy,
Byron Stingily,
Nick Fraelich,
Rakim,
Iggy Pop,
Gastr Del Sol,
FM Einheit,
The Divine Comedy,
Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp..
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.