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 United Kingdom and from Bremen.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Television to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Gabor Szabo. All the underground hits.
All Lyres tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Zeros record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Desert Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blues Magoos,
Neil Young,
Angry Samoans,
Scott Walker,
Sonic Youth,
Jesper Dahlback,
Kenny Larkin,
Flash Fearless,
Second Layer,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Motions,
Ultra Naté,
Easy Going,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Fatback Band,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Trumans Water,
Supertramp,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Jandek,
Wolf Eyes,
DNA,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Cymande,
Big Daddy Kane,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Urselle,
Neu!,
June of 44,
H. Thieme,
The Velvet Underground,
Radiohead,
Parry Music,
David McCallum,
The Red Krayola,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Skatalites,
Tom Boy,
The Remains,
Altered Images,
Eddi Front,
The Offenders,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Camberwell Now,
Jeff Lynne,
Fad Gadget,
Kool Moe Dee,
Tim Buckley,
Bill Near,
Mark Hollis,
Silicon Teens,
Donald Byrd,
Kayak,
Stockholm Monsters,
Maleditus Sound,
Eric Copeland,
Fluxion,
the Swans,
Bizarre Inc.,
Todd Rundgren,
Make Up,
Freddie Wadling,
Ludus,
Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy.
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.