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 Lithuania and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Suicide to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Infiniti. All the underground hits.
All B.T. Express tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Bar-Kays record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Infiniti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Danielle Patucci,
Excepter,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Leaves,
The Raincoats,
The Zeros,
James White and The Blacks,
The Residents,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
John Foxx,
Heaven 17,
Lou Reed,
Jesper Dahlback,
Anthony Braxton,
Gabor Szabo,
Maleditus Sound,
Jerry's Kids,
Toni Rubio,
Fad Gadget,
The Human League,
Nick Fraelich,
Mission of Burma,
Soft Cell,
Lightning Bolt,
Sarah Menescal,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Angry Samoans,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Albert Ayler,
Freddie Wadling,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Max Romeo,
Motorama,
Darondo,
Grauzone,
The Skatalites,
Tears for Fears,
Mark Hollis,
Barry Ungar,
Junior Murvin,
The Monochrome Set,
Marshall Jefferson,
Joyce Sims,
Minny Pops,
Rites of Spring,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Dark Day,
The Blues Magoos,
Organ,
Gregory Isaacs,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Beau Brummels,
Mr. Review,
The Fire Engines,
Black Bananas,
Kurtis Blow,
Avey Tare,
Eric B and Rakim,
Absolute Body Control,
Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk.
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.