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 Czech Republic and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Holger Czukay 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 Lou Reed & Metallica to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sällskapet. All the underground hits.
All Fear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & Metallica record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jandek record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The J.B.'s,
Man Parrish,
The Misunderstood,
Whodini,
The Dave Clark Five,
Pagans,
Al Stewart,
Mark Hollis,
The Martian,
LL Cool J,
Sixth Finger,
Minny Pops,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Joy Division,
Lalann,
Fatback Band,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
FM Einheit,
Silicon Teens,
Wings,
The Evens,
The Fortunes,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Make Up,
E-Dancer,
Scan 7,
Glenn Branca,
Radio Birdman,
The Cure,
Eurythmics,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Kevin Saunderson,
David Axelrod,
Lightning Bolt,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Stereo Dub,
Eric Copeland,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lakeside,
Rites of Spring,
Slave,
Pantytec,
Alton Ellis,
Iggy Pop,
Albert Ayler,
ABC,
Marvin Gaye,
K-Klass,
Theoretical Girls,
Loose Ends,
Moss Icon,
The Human League,
Tubeway Army,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
L. Decosne,
Josef K,
The Last Poets,
Carl Craig,
X-102, X-102, X-102, X-102.
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.