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 Palau and from Delhi.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 synthesizer 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 Kas Product to the dance 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 Spandau Ballet. All the underground hits.
All Tres Demented tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mary Jane Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tropical Tobacco record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Tremeloes,
This Heat,
Cluster,
Gang of Four,
Grauzone,
Simply Red,
Avey Tare,
James White and The Blacks,
Infiniti,
Max Romeo,
Pylon,
Graham Central Station,
The Monks,
Soft Machine,
kango's stein massive,
Magma,
The Cramps,
Prince Buster,
Circle Jerks,
Slick Rick,
Mantronix,
Sixth Finger,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Smog,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Flesh Eaters,
Gabor Szabo,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Moss Icon,
Janne Schatter,
Kayak,
Lee Hazlewood,
Joey Negro,
The Litter,
Lou Christie,
The New Christs,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gang Starr,
Sonic Youth,
Los Fastidios,
the Fania All-Stars,
Funky Four + One,
Public Image Ltd.,
Oblivians,
Funkadelic,
The Vogues,
The Motions,
The United States of America,
The Fall,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Agent Orange,
Eli Mardock,
The Gun Club,
Jeff Mills,
Laurel Aitken,
Newcleus,
Panda Bear,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Scott Walker,
The Angels of Light,
Thompson Twins,
Black Moon,
Harmonia,
Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton.
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.