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 Dominican Republic and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Robert Wyatt. All the underground hits.
All Teenage Jesus and the Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Newcleus 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Wyatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glambeats Corp.,
Neu!,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Half Japanese,
Arcadia,
Robert Görl,
Hasil Adkins,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
AZ,
Mary Jane Girls,
Fela Kuti,
D'Angelo,
Nico,
Make Up,
Peter and Kerry,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Nik Kershaw,
Bobby Womack,
Bluetip,
Scion,
X-Ray Spex,
The Smoke,
The Durutti Column,
Negative Approach,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Big Daddy Kane,
Theoretical Girls,
F. McDonald,
June Days,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Desert Stars,
Black Flag,
Lungfish,
Depeche Mode,
Gabor Szabo,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Kinks,
The Knickerbockers,
The Five Americans,
Bang On A Can,
Josef K,
Darondo,
Lower 48,
Wally Richardson,
Blossom Toes,
Lee Hazlewood,
Technova,
Brick,
Spoonie Gee,
Grauzone,
The Standells,
The Selecter,
Peter & Gordon,
The Gladiators,
David Bowie,
Surgeon,
Dennis Brown,
Tom Boy,
Black Bananas,
Cluster,
the Sonics,
Joe Finger,
Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour.
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.