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 Cyprus and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Mumbai.
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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Cabaret Voltaire to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Kango’s Stein Massive. All the underground hits.
All Talk Talk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oneida 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum 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 oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boz Scaggs,
Bill Near,
Adolescents,
James White and The Blacks,
Electric Prunes,
Sonny Sharrock,
Colin Newman,
Youth Brigade,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Agitation Free,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gregory Isaacs,
The New Christs,
Simply Red,
The Real Kids,
Anakelly,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bobby Byrd,
The Last Poets,
Lucky Dragons,
Funky Four + One,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sun City Girls,
Essential Logic,
Jesper Dahlback,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
R.M.O.,
Peter and Kerry,
Mantronix,
the Bar-Kays,
Television Personalities,
Ossler,
Joe Finger,
Scott Walker,
Robert Wyatt,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
48th St. Collective,
Wire,
China Crisis,
OOIOO,
Procol Harum,
Ronnie Foster,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Fire Engines,
Television,
John Foxx,
Skriet,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Minutemen,
The Cowsills,
Loose Ends,
Mandrill,
Sixth Finger,
L. Decosne,
UT,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Angry Samoans,
Von Mondo,
Depeche Mode,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Agent Orange,
Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan.
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.