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 Dominica and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity to the rock 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 F. McDonald. All the underground hits.
All Bush Tetras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Light Orchestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer 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 linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers,
Delta 5,
Graham Central Station,
Vainqueur,
Robert Hood,
The Flesh Eaters,
FM Einheit,
The Gories,
Country Teasers,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Tears for Fears,
Nik Kershaw,
Kerri Chandler,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Erasure,
Mission of Burma,
Aaron Thompson,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Soul Sonic Force,
In Retrospect,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Young Marble Giants,
Jandek,
One Last Wish,
D'Angelo,
Bang On A Can,
The Music Machine,
Scientists,
Severed Heads,
Ultravox,
David Bowie,
The Techniques,
Theoretical Girls,
The Busters,
Al Stewart,
The Blackbyrds,
Buzzcocks,
Scan 7,
Grandmaster Flash,
Leonard Cohen,
Lalo Schifrin,
Scrapy,
Fatback Band,
The Zeros,
Gang Gang Dance,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gong,
the Germs,
Von Mondo,
Gichy Dan,
Pylon,
The Litter,
Barrington Levy,
Quantec,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gil Scott Heron,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Victims,
The Saints,
Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd..
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.