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 Nicaragua and from Lagos.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Buzzcocks to the grunge 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 Lou Reed. All the underground hits.
All Unrelated Segments tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young & Crazy Horse 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tropical Tobacco record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Don Cherry,
The Offenders,
Boz Scaggs,
Quantec,
Ornette Coleman,
Cluster,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Marc Almond,
Youth Brigade,
Wally Richardson,
Roger Hodgson,
Bobby Byrd,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Jeff Mills,
The Gories,
Jerry's Kids,
Duran Duran,
X-101,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Robert Görl,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Searchers,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Gladiators,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Pop Group,
Arab on Radar,
Ralphi Rosario,
Rod Modell,
Fatback Band,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
CMW,
FM Einheit,
Shoche,
Bush Tetras,
Tommy Roe,
Make Up,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Nick Fraelich,
Scott Walker,
The Fortunes,
Alphaville,
Masters at Work,
Grey Daturas,
Jeff Lynne,
The New Christs,
Guru Guru,
Skarface,
Rekid,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Pretty Things,
The Evens,
Con Funk Shun,
Ultimate Spinach,
Qualms,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Derrick May,
Icehouse,
Agent Orange,
MC5,
T.S.O.L.,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
ABBA,
Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback.
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.