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 Mali and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 synthesizer 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 Mighty Diamonds to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Kango’s Stein Massive. All the underground hits.
All Banda Bassotti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Germs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bush Tetras,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Stiv Bators,
Schoolly D,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bobby Sherman,
Average White Band,
Donald Byrd,
E-Dancer,
Laurel Aitken,
Stetsasonic,
Sonic Youth,
Steve Hackett,
Crooked Eye,
Hardrive,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Radio Birdman,
Mo-Dettes,
Quantec,
The Residents,
Neu!,
the Normal,
Lower 48,
Clear Light,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
June Days,
Liliput,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Oblivians,
Roxy Music,
Newcleus,
The Fall,
Bill Wells,
Ludus,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Litter,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Tremeloes,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Fuzztones,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Talk Talk,
R.M.O.,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Shoche,
Reuben Wilson,
Frankie Knuckles,
kango's stein massive,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Nik Kershaw,
Wasted Youth,
John Holt,
New York Dolls,
Radiohead,
Kas Product,
Brothers Johnson,
H. Thieme,
Sun City Girls,
Skaos,
PIL, PIL, PIL, PIL.
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.