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 Croatia and from New York.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the theremin 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 Wire to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five. All the underground hits.
All Harmonia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zero Boys 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Accadde A 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?
Robert Wyatt,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Red Krayola,
Skarface,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
MC5,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Raincoats,
Jacob Miller,
Eurythmics,
Rakim,
Monks,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bill Wells,
The Blackbyrds,
Goldenarms,
Jandek,
Easy Going,
Arcadia,
Deadbeat,
Pierre Henry,
Nik Kershaw,
Boogie Down Productions,
Visage,
Blossom Toes,
The Black Dice,
New Order,
Black Bananas,
ABBA,
Bauhaus,
Gong,
In Retrospect,
Los Fastidios,
Silicon Teens,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
U.S. Maple,
Albert Ayler,
Lou Reed,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Monks,
10cc,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Shuggie Otis,
The Shadows of Knight,
Gabor Szabo,
Jesper Dahlback,
Wire,
Todd Rundgren,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Hasil Adkins,
Skriet,
Circle Jerks,
The Mojo Men,
Scott Walker,
Minnie Riperton,
Cluster,
Model 500,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Guru Guru,
Arthur Verocai,
Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front.
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.