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 Poland and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Woodstock.
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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 China Crisis to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Crash Course in Science. All the underground hits.
All Bob Dylan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Connie Case 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin 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 güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Terry,
Amon Düül,
Supertramp,
The Toasters,
Joe Finger,
John Coltrane,
Newcleus,
10cc,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gang Starr,
Alphaville,
Eric Dolphy,
Robert Hood,
Easy Going,
Crooked Eye,
Josef K,
World's Most,
Don Cherry,
Scientists,
June of 44,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Crash Course in Science,
Simply Red,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Second Layer,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Toni Rubio,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Drexciya,
Alton Ellis,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sex Pistols,
the Normal,
Depeche Mode,
Max Romeo,
Little Man,
Sexual Harrassment,
Grandmaster Flash,
Severed Heads,
Curtis Mayfield,
Nas,
The Detroit Cobras,
Agitation Free,
Monks,
Alison Limerick,
Faraquet,
Lyres,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The New Christs,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Gories,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lee Hazlewood,
Colin Newman,
The Divine Comedy,
Eddi Front,
Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp..
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.