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 Congo and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Bologna.
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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Junior Murvin. All the underground hits.
All Marine Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 güiro 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 clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deakin,
Piero Umiliani,
Funkadelic,
Gang Gang Dance,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Absolute Body Control,
Young Marble Giants,
Junior Murvin,
The Cowsills,
The Kinks,
The Sonics,
Davy DMX,
Lee Hazlewood,
Pylon,
Deadbeat,
Mad Mike,
The Saints,
The Busters,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Deepchord,
The Moody Blues,
Marshall Jefferson,
Quadrant,
Kerrie Biddell,
David McCallum,
The Angels of Light,
Nico,
Lower 48,
Talk Talk,
Letta Mbulu,
Nirvana,
Pet Shop Boys,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sound Behaviour,
Dennis Brown,
The Blues Magoos,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lalann,
Flamin' Groovies,
Blancmange,
The Walker Brothers,
Khruangbin,
Joyce Sims,
Scratch Acid,
Robert Wyatt,
Popol Vuh,
Ossler,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Eric Dolphy,
Brand Nubian,
Lucky Dragons,
Von Mondo,
Nick Fraelich,
Maleditus Sound,
Moebius,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sun Ra,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Tears for Fears,
Jeru the Damaja,
Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive.
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.