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 Lebanon and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Man Parrish to the rock 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 Au Pairs. All the underground hits.
All The Shadows of Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fire Engines 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 an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dead Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Wyatt,
Lower 48,
Visage,
The Black Dice,
Amon Düül,
Saccharine Trust,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The United States of America,
Terrestrial Tones,
Rhythm & Sound,
Isaac Hayes,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Cure,
Liliput,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
K-Klass,
Depeche Mode,
Television,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Aural Exciters,
Robert Hood,
Kerri Chandler,
Tubeway Army,
Boogie Down Productions,
Grey Daturas,
Sugar Minott,
Can,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Cramps,
Essential Logic,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lakeside,
ABC,
Yazoo,
Loose Ends,
Peter & Gordon,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Gap Band,
Radiohead,
Michelle Simonal,
Interpol,
The Remains,
Eric Dolphy,
The Dead C,
Delta 5,
Soul II Soul,
Roger Hodgson,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Metal Thangz,
Funkadelic,
Lightning Bolt,
Outsiders,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Judy Mowatt,
Television Personalities,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
John Coltrane,
Pierre Henry,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Warsaw,
Jacques Brel,
Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts.
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.