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 Suriname and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Sight & Sound to the jazz 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 Fad Gadget. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra Arkestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Excepter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb 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 rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camouflage,
The Birthday Party,
Jerry's Kids,
Television,
Urselle,
Jacob Miller,
X-102,
Nik Kershaw,
Bang On A Can,
Avey Tare,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Pantaleimon,
La Düsseldorf,
David McCallum,
Nirvana,
Agent Orange,
The Angels of Light,
Susan Cadogan,
Brick,
The Techniques,
Young Marble Giants,
Kaleidoscope,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Moebius,
Todd Terry,
Brothers Johnson,
Kerrie Biddell,
H. Thieme,
The Litter,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Dawn Penn,
The Velvet Underground,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gerry Rafferty,
Japan,
Groovy Waters,
DNA,
Jandek,
Blossom Toes,
Connie Case,
The Knickerbockers,
Patti Smith,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Matthew Bourne,
Second Layer,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sällskapet,
Infiniti,
Reuben Wilson,
Bauhaus,
Ronan,
Man Eating Sloth,
Magazine,
AZ,
The Walker Brothers,
Sarah Menescal,
Essential Logic,
Ituana,
Qualms,
Sparks,
Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt.
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.