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 Thailand and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 spring reverb 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 Glenn Branca to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Nas. All the underground hits.
All The Cure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lungfish 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kings Of Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sam Rivers,
The Cramps,
Rotary Connection,
Theoretical Girls,
Roxette,
the Bar-Kays,
Ponytail,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Marine Girls,
Agitation Free,
Grauzone,
Graham Central Station,
Roy Ayers,
Talk Talk,
Public Enemy,
Main Source,
Amazonics,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Monochrome Set,
Joensuu 1685,
Bill Near,
Hot Snakes,
The Cosmic Jokers,
D'Angelo,
Mission of Burma,
Popol Vuh,
Eric Dolphy,
X-101,
Connie Case,
Lucky Dragons,
Pussy Galore,
Johnny Clarke,
Suicide,
Newcleus,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Hashim,
Q65,
Skriet,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Evens,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Aswad,
Mark Hollis,
The Young Rascals,
a-ha,
Aaron Thompson,
Throbbing Gristle,
Tubeway Army,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
L. Decosne,
Glenn Branca,
Goldenarms,
The Detroit Cobras,
Morten Harket,
Ralphi Rosario,
K-Klass,
Blancmange,
Amon Düül,
Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe.
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.