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 Djibouti and from Tokyo.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 marimba 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 Jacques Brel to the jazz 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 the Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sunsets and Hearts record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 güiro and a sitar 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 organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Smog,
Mr. Review,
Sight & Sound,
The Toasters,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Velvet Underground,
Negative Approach,
Half Japanese,
Joe Finger,
Minutemen,
T. Rex,
Arab on Radar,
Joensuu 1685,
Henry Cow,
Blossom Toes,
Rhythm & Sound,
MDC,
Slick Rick,
Connie Case,
Agitation Free,
The Shadows of Knight,
Theoretical Girls,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Accadde A,
Cheater Slicks,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Rakim,
Pulsallama,
Vainqueur,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Fall,
Reagan Youth,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Spandau Ballet,
Aural Exciters,
Harmonia,
Cluster,
Cybotron,
The Stooges,
The Seeds,
the Bar-Kays,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Al Stewart,
Robert Hood,
Sixth Finger,
Minny Pops,
Mark Hollis,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
the Human League,
Monks,
Sällskapet,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Real Kids,
Jimmy McGriff,
Vladislav Delay,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Curtis Mayfield,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker.
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.