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 Malta and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 spring reverb 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 David Bowie to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Eddi Front. All the underground hits.
All Amazonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every R.M.O. 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare 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?
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Alison Limerick,
Dead Boys,
Negative Approach,
Chris & Cosey,
Cecil Taylor,
Toni Rubio,
Lindisfarne,
Sex Pistols,
Agent Orange,
Scratch Acid,
Gang Green,
Delon & Dalcan,
Gil Scott Heron,
Dennis Brown,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Absolute Body Control,
Ultimate Spinach,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lungfish,
Bluetip,
Junior Murvin,
The Electric Prunes,
Gabor Szabo,
The Human League,
Godley & Creme,
Sarah Menescal,
World's Most,
Cybotron,
Hoover,
Boz Scaggs,
Amon Düül,
Dark Day,
Terry Callier,
Yazoo,
The Slackers,
Motorama,
Grauzone,
Youth Brigade,
The Dirtbombs,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Flash Fearless,
Glenn Branca,
Pere Ubu,
FM Einheit,
The Fuzztones,
Neu!,
Moebius,
Man Parrish,
Jesper Dahlback,
Wolf Eyes,
Fatback Band,
Steve Hackett,
Kevin Saunderson,
Suburban Knight,
Mr. Review,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Nico,
Slave,
The Black Dice,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco.
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.