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 Iraq and from Glasgow.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 John Coltrane to the disco 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 The Kinks. All the underground hits.
All Sam Rivers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Barracudas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 linndrum and a marimba 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 organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tom Boy,
Ituana,
Banda Bassotti,
Black Moon,
Fugazi,
Black Bananas,
Cluster,
Crooked Eye,
Ice-T,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sound Behaviour,
The Pop Group,
F. McDonald,
Frankie Knuckles,
Marmalade,
Babytalk,
The Leaves,
Malaria!,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sällskapet,
The Victims,
Minutemen,
This Heat,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Techniques,
Inner City,
Ohio Players,
X-102,
Unrelated Segments,
Porter Ricks,
Livin' Joy,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Eddi Front,
Kurtis Blow,
Organ,
Gang Green,
The Angels of Light,
The Names,
Ponytail,
Boz Scaggs,
Electric Prunes,
Jeff Mills,
Suicide,
Barbara Tucker,
The Beau Brummels,
A Certain Ratio,
Yaz,
The Alarm Clocks,
Magazine,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Panda Bear,
Little Man,
Colin Newman,
Easy Going,
ABC,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Grauzone,
Bang On A Can,
Amon Düül II,
Spandau Ballet,
Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl.
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.