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 Kiribati and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 oboe 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 Nils Olav to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 James Chance & The Contortions. All the underground hits.
All The Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bang On A Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Last Poets,
John Lydon,
Spoonie Gee,
The Searchers,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Second Layer,
Soul Sonic Force,
PIL,
Tears for Fears,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Magazine,
Chrome,
The Motions,
Sparks,
Pantytec,
Audionom,
Idris Muhammad,
Boz Scaggs,
The Blues Magoos,
Sandy B,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Schoolly D,
Ten City,
Ultimate Spinach,
John Coltrane,
The Raincoats,
Lalann,
Johnny Osbourne,
Accadde A,
Todd Terry,
Malaria!,
Funky Four + One,
Circle Jerks,
Basic Channel,
Avey Tare,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Supertramp,
Zapp,
Steve Hackett,
Sixth Finger,
Nico,
Scrapy,
Robert Wyatt,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Silicon Teens,
Sällskapet,
Soulsonic Force,
Josef K,
Simply Red,
Sarah Menescal,
Model 500,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gong,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Jesper Dahlback,
10cc,
Jandek,
The Invisible,
Matthew Bourne,
Groovy Waters,
Y Pants,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Saints, The Saints, The Saints, The Saints.
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.