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 Gabon and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in 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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Drexciya to the grime 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 Ponytail. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young & Crazy Horse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marshall Jefferson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 linndrum and a chamberlin 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 oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boredoms,
Wally Richardson,
Fat Boys,
Ohio Players,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Basic Channel,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gastr Del Sol,
Nik Kershaw,
Hot Snakes,
Skaos,
Joy Division,
New Age Steppers,
Jacob Miller,
Suburban Knight,
Goldenarms,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Scratch Acid,
Tommy Roe,
The Monochrome Set,
The Dirtbombs,
Symarip,
Groovy Waters,
Prince Buster,
Rhythm & Sound,
Spandau Ballet,
Kaleidoscope,
Sex Pistols,
Amon Düül II,
Bronski Beat,
Wings,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Selecter,
LL Cool J,
Jeff Lynne,
Tears for Fears,
John Holt,
Schoolly D,
H. Thieme,
La Düsseldorf,
Glambeats Corp.,
Charles Mingus,
Black Flag,
Maurizio,
The Blackbyrds,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Golliwogs,
Gang Green,
The Kinks,
Cluster,
Pantaleimon,
Masters at Work,
The Busters,
Kas Product,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Index,
Negative Approach,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Saints,
Desert Stars,
The United States of America,
E-Dancer,
Absolute Body Control,
Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo.
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.