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 Kenya and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 L. Decosne. All the underground hits.
All Rapeman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerri Chandler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer 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 güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scratch Acid,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Dennis Brown,
June Days,
Wasted Youth,
Fat Boys,
Gerry Rafferty,
Stiv Bators,
Lower 48,
The Real Kids,
Soft Cell,
Maleditus Sound,
Unwound,
Drexciya,
Bad Manners,
Soulsonic Force,
Guru Guru,
The Smiths,
Severed Heads,
Roxette,
The Saints,
The Wake,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Idris Muhammad,
Peter & Gordon,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Rites of Spring,
Slick Rick,
The Kinks,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Amon Düül II,
Bob Dylan,
The Monochrome Set,
The Standells,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ultimate Spinach,
Outsiders,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Remains,
Juan Atkins,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Cal Tjader,
Stockholm Monsters,
Mad Mike,
Heaven 17,
Sister Nancy,
The Walker Brothers,
MC5,
Todd Terry,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Associates,
Intrusion,
Saccharine Trust,
Jimmy McGriff,
D'Angelo,
Johnny Clarke,
Los Fastidios,
Niagra,
Pylon,
Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins.
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.