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 Fiji and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lille.
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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Mighty Diamonds to the grunge 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 Crispy Ambulance. All the underground hits.
All John Holt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heaven 17 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron 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,
The Last Poets,
Moebius,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Gladiators,
Harpers Bizarre,
Mark Hollis,
Soulsonic Force,
John Foxx,
FM Einheit,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Skriet,
Lucky Dragons,
Masters at Work,
Tres Demented,
Sight & Sound,
Au Pairs,
The Moleskins,
Alton Ellis,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Toni Rubio,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Joe Finger,
Silicon Teens,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Althea and Donna,
The Index,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Eden Ahbez,
Ituana,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lakeside,
Von Mondo,
Lungfish,
The Star Department,
Glambeats Corp.,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Letta Mbulu,
Marine Girls,
The Golliwogs,
Sam Rivers,
Eric Copeland,
The Skatalites,
Byron Stingily,
Los Fastidios,
Sly & The Family Stone,
New York Dolls,
Idris Muhammad,
Delta 5,
Deepchord,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
John Cale,
Barry Ungar,
The Kinks,
Crooked Eye,
Gang Green,
Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew.
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.