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 East Timor and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Standells to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Roy Ayers. All the underground hits.
All Art Ensemble Of Chicago tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smoke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultra Naté record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swell Maps,
Todd Rundgren,
Arcadia,
Lebanon Hanover,
Adolescents,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Amon Düül II,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
X-Ray Spex,
Icehouse,
Loose Ends,
David Axelrod,
The Sonics,
B.T. Express,
Ituana,
Smog,
The Walker Brothers,
KRS-One,
The Zeros,
Suburban Knight,
Ralphi Rosario,
Tubeway Army,
The Monochrome Set,
Brand Nubian,
Soft Cell,
Marine Girls,
Grauzone,
Barry Ungar,
Young Marble Giants,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Wasted Youth,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lindisfarne,
H. Thieme,
China Crisis,
Pagans,
Bang On A Can,
The Dirtbombs,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Motions,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Camouflage,
The Electric Prunes,
Excepter,
Bluetip,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Nils Olav,
Peter and Kerry,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Blancmange,
Pere Ubu,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Star Department,
a-ha,
Malaria!,
Guru Guru,
Kenny Larkin,
These Immortal Souls,
Jeff Lynne,
Colin Newman,
Wolf Eyes,
Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry.
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.