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 Bhutan and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Cluster. All the underground hits.
All Stereo Dub tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kayak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bill Near record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
World's Most,
Rosa Yemen,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Durutti Column,
Kas Product,
Visage,
Television Personalities,
Thee Headcoats,
Infiniti,
Arthur Verocai,
Livin' Joy,
Joyce Sims,
The Cure,
Gang Gang Dance,
Kenny Larkin,
Scan 7,
Altered Images,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Easy Going,
Tres Demented,
David McCallum,
The Index,
Siglo XX,
Brass Construction,
Inner City,
Bobby Byrd,
Nick Fraelich,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Jandek,
Don Cherry,
Robert Hood,
Unwound,
The Martian,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Smiths,
Shoche,
Tommy Roe,
The Golliwogs,
The Grass Roots,
U.S. Maple,
10cc,
Josef K,
Slave,
The Gun Club,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Todd Rundgren,
Slick Rick,
Ossler,
X-Ray Spex,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Barracudas,
Stiv Bators,
Boredoms,
The Angels of Light,
The Busters,
Danielle Patucci,
Bill Wells,
The Kinks,
Gichy Dan,
Juan Atkins,
Stetsasonic,
Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses.
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.