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 States and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the 808 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 Harry Pussy to the electroclash 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 The Birthday Party. All the underground hits.
All Jimmy McGriff tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vainqueur record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacob Miller,
Los Fastidios,
Audionom,
Angry Samoans,
Alphaville,
Sarah Menescal,
Icehouse,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Fela Kuti,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Smiths,
Aloha Tigers,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Half Japanese,
Bauhaus,
The Evens,
Visage,
David McCallum,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Mary Jane Girls,
China Crisis,
The Young Rascals,
Electric Light Orchestra,
the Slits,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Eric Copeland,
Dual Sessions,
Dave Gahan,
Cymande,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Martian,
Ken Boothe,
Tommy Roe,
Zero Boys,
Saccharine Trust,
Don Cherry,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Oblivians,
DJ Sneak,
Model 500,
Essential Logic,
Marine Girls,
New Order,
Roxette,
Scientists,
Patti Smith,
The Busters,
Ludus,
Josef K,
Gichy Dan,
The Zeros,
Jeru the Damaja,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Swell Maps,
Magazine,
Skriet,
Ash Ra Tempel,
One Last Wish,
Bush Tetras,
Godley & Creme,
World's Most,
Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach.
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.