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 San Marino and from Shanghai.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 chamberlin 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 Louis and Bebe Barron to the jazz 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 John Foxx. All the underground hits.
All Amazonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suburban Knight record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Near,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Slackers,
Lyres,
Eurythmics,
The Zeros,
Das Ding,
The Blackbyrds,
Radio Birdman,
Rhythm & Sound,
Absolute Body Control,
Bootsy Collins,
New Order,
Chris Corsano,
Letta Mbulu,
Glenn Branca,
The Flesh Eaters,
Agent Orange,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Television Personalities,
The Electric Prunes,
Mr. Review,
Roger Hodgson,
Cybotron,
10cc,
Erykah Badu,
Gabor Szabo,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Young Rascals,
The Kinks,
Girls At Our Best!,
Simply Red,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Rites of Spring,
The Five Americans,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Leonard Cohen,
ABBA,
the Slits,
Eric Dolphy,
Tears for Fears,
Country Teasers,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Eric B and Rakim,
Byron Stingily,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Big Daddy Kane,
Dorothy Ashby,
Spandau Ballet,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Michelle Simonal,
John Lydon,
Funkadelic,
Marvin Gaye,
the Swans,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Godley & Creme,
Jeff Lynne,
Joyce Sims,
The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood.
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.