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 Mauritania and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 mellotron 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 the Association to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme. All the underground hits.
All AZ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiohead record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 theremin 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 guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Teasers,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sarah Menescal,
The Tremeloes,
Matthew Halsall,
Main Source,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Count Five,
Oneida,
The Searchers,
Bang On A Can,
Blossom Toes,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Procol Harum,
Rosa Yemen,
the Bar-Kays,
Marmalade,
The Angels of Light,
Grandmaster Flash,
Toni Rubio,
The Pop Group,
OOIOO,
Average White Band,
Mark Hollis,
Hasil Adkins,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Joy Division,
Todd Rundgren,
The Trojans,
Youth Brigade,
Monks,
Yellowson,
The Mojo Men,
DJ Style,
The Divine Comedy,
Pussy Galore,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Camberwell Now,
The Mummies,
Ohio Players,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Flesh Eaters,
X-Ray Spex,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Gladiators,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Godley & Creme,
LL Cool J,
Laurel Aitken,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Barracudas,
Pere Ubu,
Jeff Lynne,
Glambeats Corp.,
Janne Schatter,
H. Thieme,
Girls At Our Best!,
Robert Hood,
Archie Shepp,
Outsiders,
Roxy Music,
Rakim,
Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff.
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.