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 Algeria and from Portland.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Wings to the electroclash 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 Television. All the underground hits.
All Lebanon Hanover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kas Product record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Joe & The Fish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kaleidoscope,
The Gun Club,
Fela Kuti,
Vladislav Delay,
Inner City,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ponytail,
Main Source,
a-ha,
The Moleskins,
K-Klass,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gang Starr,
AZ,
Crooked Eye,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Mark Hollis,
kango's stein massive,
L. Decosne,
Ten City,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Barbara Tucker,
Byron Stingily,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Suicide,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Angels of Light,
X-102,
Livin' Joy,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gang Gang Dance,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Crispy Ambulance,
Saccharine Trust,
the Normal,
Reagan Youth,
Eurythmics,
Peter & Gordon,
Traffic Nightmare,
Supertramp,
Laurel Aitken,
Shoche,
Piero Umiliani,
R.M.O.,
Oblivians,
The New Christs,
The Misunderstood,
Ossler,
The Human League,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Eric Dolphy,
Glenn Branca,
The Skatalites,
Scan 7,
PIL,
Cybotron,
World's Most,
Television,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Don Cherry,
Magma,
The Index,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan.
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.