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 St Lucia and from Tehran.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Shanghai.
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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Flipper to the jazz 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All The Count Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-102 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ajijia Myrayebe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moody Blues,
CMW,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Skarface,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Anakelly,
X-Ray Spex,
Stetsasonic,
The Fortunes,
MC5,
These Immortal Souls,
Prince Buster,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Arab on Radar,
Tommy Roe,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Inner City,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Selecter,
The Human League,
Gang Gang Dance,
Neil Young,
The Smoke,
Funky Four + One,
Laurel Aitken,
the Fania All-Stars,
Roy Ayers,
Dark Day,
Juan Atkins,
Kevin Saunderson,
Black Moon,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Raincoats,
Crime,
Gabor Szabo,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Joe Smooth,
Siglo XX,
Bob Dylan,
The Sound,
Parry Music,
The Last Poets,
Television Personalities,
Suicide,
Gong,
Bronski Beat,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Can,
DJ Style,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Silicon Teens,
Marshall Jefferson,
Infiniti,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Rakim,
Michelle Simonal,
David Bowie,
Slick Rick,
Erasure,
This Heat, This Heat, This Heat, This Heat.
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.