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 Georgia and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 Paris and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the güiro 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 Popol Vuh to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Amon Düül. All the underground hits.
All Boredoms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Freddie Wadling record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum 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 güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mighty Diamonds,
Section 25,
Television,
Pantaleimon,
Camberwell Now,
Crispian St. Peters,
Cameo,
EPMD,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Anakelly,
Japan,
Gang Green,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ituana,
Man Parrish,
Von Mondo,
Aloha Tigers,
X-Ray Spex,
Eden Ahbez,
Peter & Gordon,
Byron Stingily,
Yaz,
Juan Atkins,
Radiopuhelimet,
Delta 5,
Stereo Dub,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Slick Rick,
Excepter,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
John Cale,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ronan,
Basic Channel,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Rapeman,
Pere Ubu,
Popol Vuh,
The Misunderstood,
Warren Ellis,
Kurtis Blow,
Minny Pops,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Sonics,
The United States of America,
Wire,
Maurizio,
Jeff Lynne,
JFA,
The Divine Comedy,
Interpol,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ash Ra Tempel,
PIL,
The Fuzztones,
Gabor Szabo,
The Count Five,
Quantec,
the Human League,
Mark Hollis,
The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed.
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.