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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 synthesizer 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 Stetsasonic to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Thompson Twins. All the underground hits.
All Public Enemy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every PIL 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba 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 arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moss Icon,
Vainqueur,
Iggy Pop,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Neon Judgement,
Stereo Dub,
The Vogues,
Das Ding,
World's Most,
Niagra,
Camouflage,
The Golliwogs,
EPMD,
Maleditus Sound,
Eli Mardock,
Spandau Ballet,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Kurtis Blow,
Warren Ellis,
The Zeros,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gil Scott Heron,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Saints,
Crash Course in Science,
Chris & Cosey,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sight & Sound,
Barry Ungar,
The Wake,
U.S. Maple,
Kool Moe Dee,
June Days,
James White and The Blacks,
Sound Behaviour,
Boogie Down Productions,
Average White Band,
Colin Newman,
Kayak,
H. Thieme,
David Axelrod,
Todd Terry,
Robert Wyatt,
The Monks,
Yusef Lateef,
The Offenders,
Half Japanese,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
New York Dolls,
Mission of Burma,
Eurythmics,
Marc Almond,
Eden Ahbez,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Cowsills,
Amon Düül II,
Talk Talk,
Donald Byrd,
Barclay James Harvest,
Dennis Brown,
Nas, Nas, Nas, Nas.
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.