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 Japan and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Severed Heads to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Detroit Cobras. All the underground hits.
All Colin Newman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mummies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe 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 mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Los Fastidios,
Sister Nancy,
Joe Finger,
Eric B and Rakim,
Graham Central Station,
Y Pants,
Michelle Simonal,
Au Pairs,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Oblivians,
Procol Harum,
Oneida,
Das Ding,
The Residents,
Circle Jerks,
The Barracudas,
The Pretty Things,
The Associates,
Wolf Eyes,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Searchers,
Minutemen,
Gil Scott Heron,
Kas Product,
Tropical Tobacco,
Flash Fearless,
Eurythmics,
The Remains,
8 Eyed Spy,
Kayak,
Ultravox,
Soul Sonic Force,
Roxy Music,
The Kinks,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Schoolly D,
The Gories,
Flipper,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Blues Magoos,
Marc Almond,
New Age Steppers,
Arcadia,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Angry Samoans,
Maleditus Sound,
The Sound,
Camouflage,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Iggy Pop,
Liliput,
Max Romeo,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Wally Richardson,
Matthew Halsall,
The Cramps,
Curtis Mayfield,
Jandek,
Bobby Byrd,
Warren Ellis,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Human League, The Human League, The Human League, The Human League.
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.