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 Chile and from Lagos.
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 Delhi and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 güiro 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 Josef K to the funk 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five 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 marimba and a guitar 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 organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minny Pops,
Popol Vuh,
Bauhaus,
The Real Kids,
The Electric Prunes,
Pole,
FM Einheit,
Crispy Ambulance,
Derrick May,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Residents,
Ultravox,
The Fall,
Amon Düül,
Essential Logic,
Stiv Bators,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Pop Group,
Kaleidoscope,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Harry Pussy,
Thompson Twins,
The Star Department,
Can,
Massinfluence,
Neil Young,
The Trojans,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Flesh Eaters,
Public Enemy,
The Raincoats,
Radiohead,
Bang On A Can,
Funky Four + One,
Connie Case,
Roger Hodgson,
Au Pairs,
Alice Coltrane,
Black Bananas,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Youth Brigade,
Heaven 17,
Ten City,
Soft Machine,
Clear Light,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Marc Almond,
New York Dolls,
The Invisible,
Silicon Teens,
Sun City Girls,
The Wake,
Delta 5,
X-101,
Amon Düül II,
Big Daddy Kane,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
PIL,
DNA,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
F. McDonald,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Music Machine,
The Gories, The Gories, The Gories, The Gories.
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.