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 Senegal and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Ash Ra Tempel to the grunge 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 K-Klass. All the underground hits.
All Gong tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pere Ubu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Wyatt,
Graham Central Station,
Malaria!,
Darondo,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Q65,
Funkadelic,
The Slits,
Davy DMX,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Visage,
The Dirtbombs,
The Neon Judgement,
Arthur Verocai,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Marmalade,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ice-T,
Unrelated Segments,
Jeff Lynne,
Arab on Radar,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Monks,
Outsiders,
In Retrospect,
Swans,
JFA,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Skatalites,
The Raincoats,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Moleskins,
Mantronix,
Essential Logic,
James White and The Blacks,
Vladislav Delay,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
KRS-One,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Roxy Music,
Camberwell Now,
The Fire Engines,
EPMD,
Swell Maps,
Ultra Naté,
The Music Machine,
Kerri Chandler,
The Monochrome Set,
Basic Channel,
The Birthday Party,
Sixth Finger,
Gang Gang Dance,
Cybotron,
Tears for Fears,
Colin Newman,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Pet Shop Boys,
Electric Prunes,
Tres Demented,
Clear Light,
Boz Scaggs,
Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers.
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.