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 Equatorial Guinea and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 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 Stetsasonic to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience. All the underground hits.
All the Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Josef K 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar 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 synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bang On A Can,
The Cowsills,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
AZ,
Joy Division,
Pole,
Todd Terry,
Todd Rundgren,
In Retrospect,
Darondo,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lalo Schifrin,
The J.B.'s,
Gong,
Mandrill,
Ken Boothe,
Max Romeo,
Lungfish,
Brass Construction,
Deakin,
Roy Ayers,
Monolake,
Wolf Eyes,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Scott Walker,
The Index,
Stetsasonic,
Yellowson,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Anthony Braxton,
The Sound,
Jimmy McGriff,
Dave Gahan,
Faust,
Audionom,
Minor Threat,
Minutemen,
The Litter,
Gang Green,
Susan Cadogan,
Outsiders,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Happenings,
Zapp,
Jawbox,
Babytalk,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Basic Channel,
The Angels of Light,
Morten Harket,
Blake Baxter,
Duran Duran,
Main Source,
DJ Sneak,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Loose Ends,
Nation of Ulysses,
Scientists, Scientists, Scientists, Scientists.
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.