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 Guyana and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Sound to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Count Five. All the underground hits.
All Q65 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glenn Branca 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron 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 clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Unwound,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Brand Nubian,
The Vogues,
The Fugs,
The Slackers,
Judy Mowatt,
The Monks,
Johnny Osbourne,
Heaven 17,
Shoche,
Faust,
the Soft Cell,
Monolake,
Skaos,
Ponytail,
Soulsonic Force,
Cymande,
New Order,
Eli Mardock,
Donald Byrd,
Rites of Spring,
Kevin Saunderson,
Subhumans,
Nick Fraelich,
The Moleskins,
OOIOO,
Parry Music,
The Gories,
Amon Düül,
Franke,
Intrusion,
Terrestrial Tones,
Von Mondo,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sugar Minott,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Doobie Brothers,
Soul Sonic Force,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Stiv Bators,
Fear,
Gang Starr,
Massinfluence,
Girls At Our Best!,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Mission of Burma,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Technova,
Mantronix,
Glambeats Corp.,
Throbbing Gristle,
Robert Wyatt,
Lou Christie,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ornette Coleman,
F. McDonald,
Graham Central Station,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Swans,
This Heat, This Heat, This Heat, This Heat.
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.