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 Moldova and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Mummies to the punk 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 R.M.O.. All the underground hits.
All Michelle Simonal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bob Dylan 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe 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 synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Real Kids,
Davy DMX,
Black Pus,
Nirvana,
Trumans Water,
The Fall,
X-Ray Spex,
Drexciya,
Eddi Front,
Ken Boothe,
Don Cherry,
Fela Kuti,
Motorama,
Sarah Menescal,
David Bowie,
The Trojans,
8 Eyed Spy,
Robert Wyatt,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Roxy Music,
Radiohead,
Magma,
Average White Band,
Mandrill,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Cure,
Rakim,
Henry Cow,
The Smoke,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
R.M.O.,
Mr. Review,
Slick Rick,
The Dead C,
Sight & Sound,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Glenn Branca,
The Last Poets,
Yazoo,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Buckinghams,
The Golliwogs,
Marine Girls,
Khruangbin,
Wire,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Von Mondo,
John Cale,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Steve Hackett,
Sun City Girls,
Niagra,
Sex Pistols,
Peter and Kerry,
Dual Sessions,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Eurythmics,
Guru Guru,
Marmalade,
Clear Light,
Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis.
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.