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 Honduras and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Woodstock.
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 Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Groovy Waters to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 These Immortal Souls. All the underground hits.
All The Kinks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Evens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes 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 linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shuggie Otis,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Outsiders,
Pet Shop Boys,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Tres Demented,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Gories,
Letta Mbulu,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Tremeloes,
Bang On A Can,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Dave Clark Five,
Robert Hood,
The Blackbyrds,
The Neon Judgement,
Fela Kuti,
Vladislav Delay,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Nico,
Porter Ricks,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Pretty Things,
Ornette Coleman,
Bobby Sherman,
Lyres,
Colin Newman,
Vainqueur,
Sarah Menescal,
Bob Dylan,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Slackers,
Quando Quango,
The Martian,
Robert Görl,
Steve Hackett,
Kayak,
Marmalade,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Skarface,
Pylon,
Idris Muhammad,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Pagans,
The Happenings,
Grey Daturas,
Scion,
Janne Schatter,
Roxy Music,
Khruangbin,
Interpol,
Curtis Mayfield,
Television Personalities,
The Residents,
The Litter,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Laurel Aitken,
Jacques Brel,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The J.B.'s,
F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald.
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.