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 Serbia and from Seoul.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the marimba 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 Blossom Toes to the funk 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 Crispy Ambulance. All the underground hits.
All Lizzy Mercier Descloux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scrapy 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The United States of America record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Wyatt,
FM Einheit,
World's Most,
Jawbox,
Alphaville,
Gichy Dan,
John Foxx,
Terrestrial Tones,
Angry Samoans,
Kayak,
Bootsy Collins,
Monks,
Beasts of Bourbon,
a-ha,
The Durutti Column,
One Last Wish,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lou Reed,
Ken Boothe,
Bluetip,
Jacob Miller,
John Lydon,
Sonic Youth,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Grass Roots,
Barry Ungar,
Babytalk,
Ohio Players,
New York Dolls,
The Moody Blues,
Eurythmics,
Danielle Patucci,
Essential Logic,
Ituana,
The Monochrome Set,
Derrick Morgan,
Eden Ahbez,
Supertramp,
The Walker Brothers,
Electric Prunes,
Aural Exciters,
Television,
Sandy B,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sight & Sound,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Panda Bear,
Zero Boys,
Inner City,
Barbara Tucker,
Althea and Donna,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Victims,
Agent Orange,
Slick Rick,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lee Hazlewood,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Cymande,
Tubeway Army,
OOIOO,
Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger.
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.