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 Montenegro and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Slick Rick to the grunge 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 Don Cherry. All the underground hits.
All Bill Wells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cymande record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar 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 spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Motorama,
Subhumans,
Mandrill,
The Trojans,
Half Japanese,
Surgeon,
Jandek,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Fugs,
The Angels of Light,
Lower 48,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Jacob Miller,
David Bowie,
David McCallum,
Ronan,
Mad Mike,
L. Decosne,
Metal Thangz,
Godley & Creme,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Davy DMX,
Reagan Youth,
Cymande,
Mo-Dettes,
The Moody Blues,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Japan,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sam Rivers,
June Days,
The Fire Engines,
Sound Behaviour,
Tim Buckley,
Curtis Mayfield,
Magazine,
Con Funk Shun,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Neon Judgement,
Q and Not U,
Vladislav Delay,
Roy Ayers,
Susan Cadogan,
Patti Smith,
Janne Schatter,
Interpol,
The Young Rascals,
Scion,
Gang Gang Dance,
Peter and Kerry,
Kool Moe Dee,
Rosa Yemen,
Peter & Gordon,
Flamin' Groovies,
Skarface,
The Monks,
The Real Kids,
Camouflage,
Unwound,
Robert Wyatt,
The Electric Prunes,
Eden Ahbez,
Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare.
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.