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 Kosovo and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Barry Ungar to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Young Marble Giants. All the underground hits.
All Ossler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 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 theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Henry Cow,
OOIOO,
Fluxion,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Stetsasonic,
Jandek,
Neu!,
The Last Poets,
Prince Buster,
James Chance & The Contortions,
John Foxx,
Das Ding,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Neil Young,
Easy Going,
Cybotron,
Sixth Finger,
Groovy Waters,
Barry Ungar,
LL Cool J,
Spoonie Gee,
The Electric Prunes,
Connie Case,
Idris Muhammad,
Davy DMX,
Cameo,
Siglo XX,
Suburban Knight,
Popol Vuh,
New Order,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lyres,
Kas Product,
The Human League,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Johnny Clarke,
The Dirtbombs,
Jerry's Kids,
Rakim,
The Fortunes,
Dawn Penn,
A Certain Ratio,
Tom Boy,
Harry Pussy,
Sonny Sharrock,
the Slits,
Y Pants,
The Detroit Cobras,
Jawbox,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sexual Harrassment,
Animal Collective,
Darondo,
Derrick May,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Crooked Eye,
Faraquet,
Swans,
Throbbing Gristle,
Minny Pops,
Nirvana,
Public Enemy,
Silicon Teens,
Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators.
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.