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 Afghanistan and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the organ 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 Nico to the rap 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 The Busters. All the underground hits.
All Guru Guru tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultramagnetic MC's record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes 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 marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Youth Brigade,
Joyce Sims,
Pussy Galore,
Ossler,
Franke,
Wolf Eyes,
Lyres,
Idris Muhammad,
The Evens,
Unwound,
The Fall,
The Standells,
Grey Daturas,
Drive Like Jehu,
Rakim,
PIL,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Excepter,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Roxy Music,
Pole,
Lungfish,
Robert Görl,
The Beau Brummels,
Panda Bear,
Roy Ayers,
Marine Girls,
Crime,
Liliput,
Faraquet,
The Martian,
Traffic Nightmare,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Crash Course in Science,
Quantec,
The Golliwogs,
Delon & Dalcan,
K-Klass,
a-ha,
Maurizio,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Grauzone,
Soft Machine,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Niagra,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Stereo Dub,
Masters at Work,
LL Cool J,
the Normal,
Popol Vuh,
Sixth Finger,
ABBA,
Babytalk,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Boz Scaggs,
China Crisis,
Peter & Gordon,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Misunderstood,
Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood.
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.