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 Andorra and from Glasgow.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Barclay James Harvest to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Massinfluence. All the underground hits.
All Peter & Gordon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Bananas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb 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 snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
10cc,
The J.B.'s,
Eddi Front,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Move,
Royal Trux,
Lindisfarne,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Jandek,
Sexual Harrassment,
the Fania All-Stars,
John Coltrane,
T.S.O.L.,
Steve Hackett,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
DNA,
Avey Tare,
Porter Ricks,
Chris Corsano,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Erasure,
Magma,
Aural Exciters,
The Vogues,
Derrick May,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
John Cale,
Gerry Rafferty,
Scrapy,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Albert Ayler,
The Modern Lovers,
Josef K,
Erykah Badu,
Jawbox,
Grey Daturas,
Sarah Menescal,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Hasil Adkins,
Cluster,
Dark Day,
Dawn Penn,
The Electric Prunes,
Glenn Branca,
Lower 48,
Deakin,
Moss Icon,
Morten Harket,
The Sonics,
Marc Almond,
Gang Green,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ice-T,
Yazoo,
Fugazi,
The Index,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive.
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.