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 Tunisia and from Edmonton.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 arpeggiator 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 Lindisfarne to the disco 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 R.M.O.. All the underground hits.
All Goldenarms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Steve Hackett record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Kinks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Wyatt,
Robert Görl,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Adolescents,
Nick Fraelich,
Eve St. Jones,
Chris Corsano,
Don Cherry,
B.T. Express,
The Fugs,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
the Normal,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Dennis Brown,
Audionom,
Kenny Larkin,
Bronski Beat,
Agitation Free,
Rufus Thomas,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Young Rascals,
CMW,
Scott Walker,
Sound Behaviour,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Scratch Acid,
Stiv Bators,
The Mojo Men,
Agent Orange,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Country Teasers,
Animal Collective,
The Victims,
Morten Harket,
R.M.O.,
the Soft Cell,
Jawbox,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Japan,
Aswad,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Durutti Column,
Ken Boothe,
Skriet,
The Index,
Stetsasonic,
John Holt,
Liliput,
Sonic Youth,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bob Dylan,
D'Angelo,
Neu!,
Silicon Teens,
Main Source,
Mandrill,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Archie Shepp,
Minny Pops,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive.
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.