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 Qatar and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 808 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 Tears for Fears to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Agitation Free. All the underground hits.
All The Cramps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Flock of Seagulls 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum 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 linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slave,
Nik Kershaw,
Organ,
Cameo,
Fear,
Qualms,
The Tremeloes,
Jerry's Kids,
Cybotron,
Amon Düül II,
FM Einheit,
Delon & Dalcan,
Iggy Pop,
Make Up,
Steve Hackett,
Todd Rundgren,
Rosa Yemen,
Mark Hollis,
the Human League,
Frankie Knuckles,
Pylon,
The Angels of Light,
Urselle,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Simply Red,
cv313,
Barrington Levy,
Black Moon,
Aaron Thompson,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Infiniti,
The Seeds,
Henry Cow,
Jeru the Damaja,
Icehouse,
DJ Sneak,
Ralphi Rosario,
Negative Approach,
Minnie Riperton,
Subhumans,
Soul Sonic Force,
Joensuu 1685,
Sarah Menescal,
Vladislav Delay,
Joyce Sims,
Angry Samoans,
Nirvana,
Robert Wyatt,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Schoolly D,
Bobby Womack,
Kurtis Blow,
Howard Jones,
Rites of Spring,
Grandmaster Flash,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ultimate Spinach,
Roger Hodgson,
Interpol,
The Modern Lovers,
Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic.
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.