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 Chad and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Mexico City.
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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Aswad to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band. All the underground hits.
All The Motions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flash Fearless 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 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 organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mighty Diamonds,
Eric Dolphy,
Spandau Ballet,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Curtis Mayfield,
Altered Images,
CMW,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
JFA,
Mandrill,
Malaria!,
Hot Snakes,
Pussy Galore,
Zero Boys,
Buzzcocks,
Nation of Ulysses,
Marc Almond,
Juan Atkins,
The Modern Lovers,
Radio Birdman,
The Gladiators,
Sun City Girls,
FM Einheit,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Cybotron,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Carl Craig,
Whodini,
Aaron Thompson,
Rekid,
Crime,
Ten City,
The Divine Comedy,
Technova,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Wolf Eyes,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Human League,
Soft Cell,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Fugs,
Sparks,
Electric Prunes,
Aswad,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lalo Schifrin,
This Heat,
Boz Scaggs,
The Last Poets,
Harry Pussy,
MC5,
The Blues Magoos,
Stockholm Monsters,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sound Behaviour,
Derrick May,
Rod Modell,
The Skatalites,
Roxy Music,
H. Thieme,
48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective.
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.