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 Ukraine and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Sao Paulo.
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 clarinet 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 PIL to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago. All the underground hits.
All OOIOO tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DeepChord presents Echospace 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aloha Tigers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sparks,
Iggy Pop,
Crooked Eye,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Count Five,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lightning Bolt,
The Mojo Men,
Kayak,
The Blues Magoos,
The Seeds,
Magma,
Soft Cell,
Franke,
Barry Ungar,
R.M.O.,
The Smoke,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Red Krayola,
Gang Green,
Minnie Riperton,
Bronski Beat,
Second Layer,
Grey Daturas,
Nico,
Slick Rick,
Radiohead,
Basic Channel,
The Dead C,
Unwound,
Bang On A Can,
Robert Görl,
EPMD,
Sam Rivers,
Scott Walker,
Mark Hollis,
The Blackbyrds,
Banda Bassotti,
Hot Snakes,
Pylon,
Erasure,
Scratch Acid,
Ice-T,
Todd Terry,
Mad Mike,
Robert Wyatt,
Aloha Tigers,
Black Moon,
Lower 48,
T.S.O.L.,
Vladislav Delay,
MDC,
Essential Logic,
Henry Cow,
Ash Ra Tempel,
UT,
Gil Scott Heron,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Maleditus Sound,
Whodini,
Thee Headcoats,
Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore.
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.