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 Ireland and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 E-Dancer to the rap 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 Heavy D & The Boyz. All the underground hits.
All Fugazi tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Association 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro 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 linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
PIL,
The Red Krayola,
The Vogues,
Mad Mike,
B.T. Express,
X-Ray Spex,
Porter Ricks,
Delta 5,
The Move,
Joensuu 1685,
Sällskapet,
Masters at Work,
T. Rex,
Rod Modell,
Danielle Patucci,
Stereo Dub,
Vainqueur,
Angry Samoans,
Quando Quango,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Trumans Water,
Mandrill,
Warren Ellis,
Toni Rubio,
The Buckinghams,
Kerri Chandler,
cv313,
Stetsasonic,
The Searchers,
Dorothy Ashby,
Cameo,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Infiniti,
Crash Course in Science,
Ultravox,
Bobby Womack,
Intrusion,
T.S.O.L.,
Brand Nubian,
Colin Newman,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Camberwell Now,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Terry Callier,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Brick,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Tropical Tobacco,
Amazonics,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Barbara Tucker,
Neil Young,
Wolf Eyes,
Panda Bear,
Aural Exciters,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja.
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.