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 United States and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
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 Marvin Gaye to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Pop Group. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cybotron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bang on a Can All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blackbyrds,
Gong,
Aural Exciters,
Steve Hackett,
The Doobie Brothers,
Jeff Lynne,
Deadbeat,
Avey Tare,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Cure,
Arcadia,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
10cc,
Rufus Thomas,
Grandmaster Flash,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Angry Samoans,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sun Ra,
Tears for Fears,
The Seeds,
Minny Pops,
Metal Thangz,
Fear,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Vladislav Delay,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Count Five,
Popol Vuh,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Wings,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lalann,
The Mummies,
Unrelated Segments,
R.M.O.,
Janne Schatter,
La Düsseldorf,
Cymande,
Delon & Dalcan,
Derrick Morgan,
The Evens,
Josef K,
Jimmy McGriff,
Kaleidoscope,
K-Klass,
The Birthday Party,
The Leaves,
The Move,
Jeff Mills,
Funky Four + One,
Sixth Finger,
Kerri Chandler,
Reagan Youth,
Mo-Dettes,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Real Kids,
Quantec,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Pulsallama,
Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown.
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.