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 Mumbai.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 mellotron 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 Reagan Youth to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Flipper. All the underground hits.
All Marvin Gaye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skarface 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Star Department record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Infiniti,
Barclay James Harvest,
DJ Style,
Aloha Tigers,
John Foxx,
D'Angelo,
The Five Americans,
Anakelly,
Echospace,
Spandau Ballet,
Television Personalities,
Alphaville,
Underground Resistance,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gang of Four,
CMW,
Tom Boy,
Sonic Youth,
The Gladiators,
David Bowie,
The Dave Clark Five,
Unrelated Segments,
The Raincoats,
R.M.O.,
Swell Maps,
Mandrill,
the Normal,
F. McDonald,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ituana,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Gang Green,
Piero Umiliani,
Lower 48,
Harry Pussy,
Smog,
Avey Tare,
The Pop Group,
Mary Jane Girls,
Brand Nubian,
Harpers Bizarre,
La Düsseldorf,
Yellowson,
Urselle,
Magazine,
Minor Threat,
L. Decosne,
Freddie Wadling,
The Music Machine,
The Slits,
Erykah Badu,
the Association,
Ten City,
Crooked Eye,
Metal Thangz,
Bobby Womack,
The Electric Prunes,
Bobby Byrd,
Boogie Down Productions,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Alarm Clocks,
Marine Girls,
Rotary Connection,
Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones.
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.