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 Sweden and from Salvador.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Man Parrish to the rock 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon. All the underground hits.
All The Fortunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shoche record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 mellotron and a clarinet 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 rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Morten Harket,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Icehouse,
Barbara Tucker,
Television,
Minor Threat,
Monks,
Neu!,
The Busters,
The Walker Brothers,
Joey Negro,
Vainqueur,
Wire,
In Retrospect,
The Toasters,
the Germs,
Con Funk Shun,
Marcia Griffiths,
a-ha,
OOIOO,
Pantaleimon,
Tubeway Army,
kango's stein massive,
Chris Corsano,
Ultra Naté,
Godley & Creme,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Quantec,
Stereo Dub,
Grauzone,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
David Bowie,
MC5,
Pole,
Maleditus Sound,
Infiniti,
Mars,
Model 500,
Ultimate Spinach,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
John Foxx,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ponytail,
F. McDonald,
Joyce Sims,
Al Stewart,
Barry Ungar,
The Durutti Column,
Arcadia,
Gang Starr,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Cure,
Jacques Brel,
Pulsallama,
John Holt,
Y Pants,
Country Teasers,
Minnie Riperton,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy.
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.