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 Cambodia and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Kas Product to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Rapeman. All the underground hits.
All The Five Americans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris & Cosey 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nation of Ulysses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Amon Düül II,
Zapp,
the Germs,
The Selecter,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Gladiators,
Nation of Ulysses,
Banda Bassotti,
Jawbox,
Amon Düül,
Wasted Youth,
Graham Central Station,
Rod Modell,
The Count Five,
Mark Hollis,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Smiths,
10cc,
Jeru the Damaja,
Infiniti,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Fortunes,
Sonic Youth,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Leaves,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Last Poets,
One Last Wish,
Mad Mike,
Nas,
The Raincoats,
Unrelated Segments,
Leonard Cohen,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Alphaville,
Howard Jones,
The Associates,
8 Eyed Spy,
Procol Harum,
Big Daddy Kane,
Mandrill,
Cameo,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Juan Atkins,
Crime,
Roxette,
E-Dancer,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Drexciya,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Smoke,
CMW,
The Fugs,
Grauzone,
Marcia Griffiths,
Harmonia,
Nick Fraelich,
Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen.
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.