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 Eritrea and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Janne Schatter to the grime 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 Cymande. All the underground hits.
All Symarip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Young Rascals record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro 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 harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Davy DMX,
Tomorrow,
Charles Mingus,
Parry Music,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Fugs,
Gil Scott Heron,
Buzzcocks,
Gichy Dan,
Moss Icon,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Jeru the Damaja,
Anakelly,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Red Krayola,
The Blackbyrds,
Negative Approach,
Joyce Sims,
Outsiders,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Monks,
This Heat,
Moebius,
Rufus Thomas,
Pylon,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Music Machine,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Altered Images,
Bluetip,
Lindisfarne,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Marine Girls,
Maleditus Sound,
Talk Talk,
Flash Fearless,
The Shadows of Knight,
Malaria!,
The Fuzztones,
Don Cherry,
Cluster,
Magazine,
Tubeway Army,
Crime,
UT,
Bush Tetras,
Johnny Osbourne,
Patti Smith,
Loose Ends,
Bill Wells,
The Selecter,
Ituana,
Slick Rick,
The Residents,
Pierre Henry,
Swell Maps,
Stereo Dub,
The Beau Brummels,
Prince Buster,
Groovy Waters,
Ronnie Foster,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys.
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.