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 Romania and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 808 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 Youth Brigade to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Prince Buster. All the underground hits.
All The Dirtbombs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter and Kerry 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare 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 theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
La Düsseldorf,
Newcleus,
Khruangbin,
Pole,
Brand Nubian,
Theoretical Girls,
Marine Girls,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sarah Menescal,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Public Image Ltd.,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The American Breed,
Scratch Acid,
Stiv Bators,
David Bowie,
Cameo,
Whodini,
Joyce Sims,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Jesper Dahlback,
Q and Not U,
Can,
Index,
Jerry's Kids,
The Zeros,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Searchers,
ABC,
Bad Manners,
Circle Jerks,
Gerry Rafferty,
Shoche,
Skriet,
Sandy B,
Mary Jane Girls,
Boz Scaggs,
Colin Newman,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Howard Jones,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Grey Daturas,
Skaos,
Ken Boothe,
Sister Nancy,
June Days,
David McCallum,
Bobby Womack,
The Mojo Men,
Pierre Henry,
Black Sheep,
Kurtis Blow,
Maleditus Sound,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Steve Hackett,
The Golliwogs,
The Stooges,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Moss Icon,
New York Dolls,
Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy.
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.