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 Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Los Fastidios to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Reagan Youth. All the underground hits.
All Black Bananas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T. Rex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum 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 clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fad Gadget,
Isaac Hayes,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Al Stewart,
Model 500,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Barry Ungar,
CMW,
Don Cherry,
a-ha,
The Sonics,
Gang of Four,
The Fuzztones,
The Divine Comedy,
the Soft Cell,
The Trojans,
Rites of Spring,
Lungfish,
Letta Mbulu,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Happenings,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Vainqueur,
Ohio Players,
Warren Ellis,
Sonic Youth,
Moby Grape,
The Toasters,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Moody Blues,
Deepchord,
Curtis Mayfield,
Outsiders,
Stockholm Monsters,
T. Rex,
Soul II Soul,
Kayak,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Rufus Thomas,
Kerrie Biddell,
Archie Shepp,
Moss Icon,
Section 25,
Boz Scaggs,
Siglo XX,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gabor Szabo,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Avey Tare,
Jimmy McGriff,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Gladiators,
Pylon,
Nick Fraelich,
Vladislav Delay,
48th St. Collective,
Faust,
Eric Dolphy,
Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon.
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.