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 Cyprus and from Paris.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 mellotron 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 Ponytail to the rock 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 Babytalk. All the underground hits.
All John Lydon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unwound 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 clarinet 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 theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Japan,
The Doobie Brothers,
Dual Sessions,
Hot Snakes,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Black Dice,
Niagra,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Eric B and Rakim,
Underground Resistance,
Reagan Youth,
Junior Murvin,
The Zeros,
Lindisfarne,
Lebanon Hanover,
Stockholm Monsters,
Parry Music,
Lower 48,
Spandau Ballet,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Crooked Eye,
Organ,
the Germs,
Rosa Yemen,
Harry Pussy,
The Music Machine,
Mantronix,
Joensuu 1685,
Barbara Tucker,
Thee Headcoats,
Godley & Creme,
Masters at Work,
R.M.O.,
Brothers Johnson,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Index,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Martian,
Marine Girls,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Slits,
Wings,
Warsaw,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Boz Scaggs,
Dennis Brown,
Cybotron,
Rotary Connection,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The American Breed,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Babytalk,
Eve St. Jones,
Animal Collective,
The Victims,
X-101,
Bizarre Inc.,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Skatalites,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Vainqueur,
The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs.
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.