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 New Zealand and from Mexico City.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
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 Faust to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All La Düsseldorf tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Negative Approach 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes 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 rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
K-Klass,
The Moleskins,
Zero Boys,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Main Source,
Whodini,
Jeru the Damaja,
Albert Ayler,
F. McDonald,
Adolescents,
Sister Nancy,
Ultimate Spinach,
Oneida,
the Human League,
Harpers Bizarre,
In Retrospect,
Franke,
The Smoke,
Oblivians,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Tres Demented,
Arab on Radar,
Pet Shop Boys,
X-102,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Pantaleimon,
The Knickerbockers,
Gong,
Fear,
Skaos,
David McCallum,
Nico,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Nirvana,
Joensuu 1685,
Bauhaus,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Simply Red,
Rod Modell,
Easy Going,
Danielle Patucci,
Drexciya,
Sun Ra,
Ralphi Rosario,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Scratch Acid,
Pagans,
Isaac Hayes,
Visage,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Tears for Fears,
The Smiths,
the Germs,
Von Mondo,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Guru Guru,
Niagra,
Lou Christie,
The Index,
Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II.
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.