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 Singapore and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Robert Wyatt to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Gang Starr. All the underground hits.
All Joey Negro tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gories 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord 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 sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cybotron,
The Pretty Things,
Tom Boy,
Yellowson,
Goldenarms,
New York Dolls,
F. McDonald,
E-Dancer,
Gang of Four,
Stereo Dub,
The Kinks,
Ralphi Rosario,
DJ Style,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Radiohead,
Avey Tare,
Unwound,
U.S. Maple,
Mr. Review,
The Count Five,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Electric Prunes,
Siglo XX,
Model 500,
Panda Bear,
Cameo,
Animal Collective,
Ronan,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sonic Youth,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Dead Boys,
Adolescents,
Scion,
The Barracudas,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Godley & Creme,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
the Soft Cell,
Young Marble Giants,
Jacob Miller,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Associates,
In Retrospect,
Sun Ra,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Neon Judgement,
David Axelrod,
Theoretical Girls,
Fat Boys,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Scott Walker,
Hasil Adkins,
Grauzone,
The Stooges,
K-Klass,
Delon & Dalcan,
Arcadia,
Morten Harket,
X-102,
Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc..
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.