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 Luxembourg and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 New York and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 harpsichord 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 UT to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 DJ Sneak. All the underground hits.
All La Düsseldorf tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tim Buckley record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers Ubiquity record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Con Funk Shun,
Rakim,
D'Angelo,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Can,
Y Pants,
Judy Mowatt,
10cc,
Gang of Four,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Rhythm & Sound,
Toni Rubio,
Rites of Spring,
the Soft Cell,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Television Personalities,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ultravox,
Motorama,
The Cowsills,
Infiniti,
Soft Machine,
Jimmy McGriff,
Main Source,
The Blackbyrds,
Sound Behaviour,
Fela Kuti,
Bobby Womack,
The Durutti Column,
Lungfish,
KRS-One,
Soul II Soul,
The American Breed,
The Stooges,
the Normal,
Sight & Sound,
The Velvet Underground,
Basic Channel,
Kaleidoscope,
Bad Manners,
Michelle Simonal,
Lindisfarne,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Matthew Bourne,
The Flesh Eaters,
Essential Logic,
Rotary Connection,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
the Germs,
Simply Red,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
the Slits,
Quadrant,
The Mojo Men,
The Mummies,
Charles Mingus,
Bootsy Collins,
Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore.
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.