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 Benin and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Khruangbin to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 John Lydon. All the underground hits.
All Lucky Dragons tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heaven 17 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 rhodes and a snare 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 guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonic Youth,
Charles Mingus,
Bluetip,
Duran Duran,
Todd Terry,
Michelle Simonal,
Glenn Branca,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Roxy Music,
Crooked Eye,
Piero Umiliani,
Quando Quango,
Sparks,
FM Einheit,
Brick,
Symarip,
The Red Krayola,
Sex Pistols,
Jandek,
The Trojans,
Zero Boys,
AZ,
Leonard Cohen,
Kerri Chandler,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Marcia Griffiths,
Jimmy McGriff,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Wally Richardson,
Marmalade,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Robert Wyatt,
June Days,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Los Fastidios,
B.T. Express,
The Index,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Mission of Burma,
Fatback Band,
Deepchord,
Can,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Alton Ellis,
The Martian,
Eden Ahbez,
The Birthday Party,
Vainqueur,
Siglo XX,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Joyce Sims,
The Misunderstood,
Adolescents,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Robert Görl,
Bauhaus,
Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja.
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.