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 Burundi and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 spring reverb 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 Quantec to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Shadows of Knight. All the underground hits.
All Lalo Schifrin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thompson Twins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 snare and a güiro 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 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Velvet Underground,
Yazoo,
Livin' Joy,
PIL,
The Doobie Brothers,
Kerri Chandler,
kango's stein massive,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Roger Hodgson,
Suicide,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lebanon Hanover,
the Normal,
The Birthday Party,
Cal Tjader,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
World's Most,
DJ Sneak,
Donald Byrd,
John Cale,
Panda Bear,
The Cramps,
Minutemen,
Tomorrow,
Arcadia,
Bush Tetras,
Bronski Beat,
The Moleskins,
Severed Heads,
Stockholm Monsters,
The United States of America,
Cameo,
Heaven 17,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Nik Kershaw,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Deakin,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bluetip,
Black Bananas,
Man Eating Sloth,
Negative Approach,
8 Eyed Spy,
Q65,
Throbbing Gristle,
Funkadelic,
Boredoms,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Anakelly,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Raincoats,
The Vogues,
Simply Red,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Tommy Roe,
Brothers Johnson,
Iggy Pop,
Scott Walker,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Blackbyrds,
Albert Ayler,
Kerrie Biddell,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine.
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.