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 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 Madrid and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Niagra to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Five Americans. All the underground hits.
All Janne Schatter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kayak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord 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 sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar 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 Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sex Pistols,
Angry Samoans,
Section 25,
Ludus,
Lower 48,
Roxy Music,
The Fuzztones,
The Barracudas,
Bobby Byrd,
Inner City,
the Germs,
Public Enemy,
Joyce Sims,
Nation of Ulysses,
Infiniti,
Joe Finger,
Deadbeat,
The J.B.'s,
The Motions,
The Neon Judgement,
Deakin,
Interpol,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Red Krayola,
Cecil Taylor,
The Electric Prunes,
Monolake,
The Monochrome Set,
The Residents,
The Zeros,
Massinfluence,
Oblivians,
Oneida,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ituana,
Essential Logic,
AZ,
the Sonics,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Walker Brothers,
The Tremeloes,
Nirvana,
The Cowsills,
DJ Style,
Eden Ahbez,
Model 500,
Maleditus Sound,
The American Breed,
The Blues Magoos,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Vladislav Delay,
Country Teasers,
China Crisis,
Big Daddy Kane,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Nick Fraelich,
Sound Behaviour,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
La Düsseldorf,
Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick.
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.