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 Vietnam and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Men They Couldn't Hang to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Lightning Bolt. All the underground hits.
All Red Lorry Yellow Lorry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monochrome Set record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Freddie Wadling,
Jerry's Kids,
Harmonia,
Franke,
Suburban Knight,
Liliput,
Pet Shop Boys,
Scott Walker,
Masters at Work,
Hardrive,
Heaven 17,
The Star Department,
Main Source,
Tres Demented,
Avey Tare,
The Vogues,
Yazoo,
Yaz,
Jeff Mills,
Piero Umiliani,
The Blackbyrds,
Wolf Eyes,
The Electric Prunes,
Dave Gahan,
Lightning Bolt,
Nils Olav,
Ronan,
Dennis Brown,
These Immortal Souls,
Sarah Menescal,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Faust,
Bluetip,
Black Pus,
Popol Vuh,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The American Breed,
Bootsy Collins,
Crispy Ambulance,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Robert Görl,
the Slits,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Young Rascals,
Grauzone,
Dual Sessions,
Fear,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Fuzztones,
Babytalk,
Thompson Twins,
Terrestrial Tones,
Excepter,
The Five Americans,
One Last Wish,
The Doors,
Animal Collective,
Bobby Byrd,
Leonard Cohen,
X-Ray Spex,
Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster.
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.