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 Guatemala and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Avey Tare to the grime 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 Prince Buster. All the underground hits.
All Boredoms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mark Hollis 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar 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 rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stiv Bators,
The Slits,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Drive Like Jehu,
Fluxion,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Wire,
Junior Murvin,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Angels of Light,
Maurizio,
Lungfish,
Sight & Sound,
Barbara Tucker,
Chris & Cosey,
Young Marble Giants,
Trumans Water,
Althea and Donna,
Talk Talk,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gang of Four,
The Shadows of Knight,
Wings,
The Human League,
Jimmy McGriff,
Neu!,
UT,
The Gories,
The Knickerbockers,
Marmalade,
Bobby Hutcherson,
JFA,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Cure,
Lucky Dragons,
The Move,
The Cowsills,
The Raincoats,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Television,
X-Ray Spex,
Grey Daturas,
Roxy Music,
Boz Scaggs,
Rakim,
Colin Newman,
The Offenders,
Mad Mike,
Cybotron,
Agent Orange,
Popol Vuh,
Rotary Connection,
U.S. Maple,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ituana,
Masters at Work,
Laurel Aitken,
Thompson Twins,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Minor Threat,
the Association,
The Black Dice,
The Birthday Party,
Crime,
Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus.
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.