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 Tunisia and from Tokyo.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Spokane.
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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the organ 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 Stockholm Monsters to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Fear. All the underground hits.
All Blancmange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every OOIOO record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar 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 sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
La Düsseldorf,
The Names,
Q and Not U,
Todd Rundgren,
Alice Coltrane,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sparks,
Icehouse,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Shoche,
Aswad,
Barbara Tucker,
Mo-Dettes,
Joensuu 1685,
The Star Department,
Roger Hodgson,
Nick Fraelich,
Sister Nancy,
Nas,
The Cramps,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bad Manners,
Soul Sonic Force,
Slick Rick,
Masters at Work,
Jacques Brel,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Wake,
Alton Ellis,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
David Axelrod,
Zero Boys,
Blake Baxter,
Barrington Levy,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bobby Byrd,
DJ Style,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Kinks,
Fear,
Model 500,
Lou Reed,
Interpol,
Second Layer,
Lakeside,
Deakin,
Delon & Dalcan,
London Community Gospel Choir,
John Lydon,
Procol Harum,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Marmalade,
Kool Moe Dee,
This Heat,
Mandrill,
Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One.
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.