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 Kazakhstan and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Blancmange 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 Lyres. All the underground hits.
All The Angels of Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marine Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes 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 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?
World's Most,
Fear,
Fat Boys,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Pet Shop Boys,
Neil Young,
Kerri Chandler,
The Fire Engines,
Inner City,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Juan Atkins,
Godley & Creme,
the Association,
Skaos,
Television,
Parry Music,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sugar Minott,
The Invisible,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Knickerbockers,
Symarip,
Duran Duran,
Bizarre Inc.,
David McCallum,
Harmonia,
Joey Negro,
Mary Jane Girls,
Maleditus Sound,
Kenny Larkin,
Ludus,
DNA,
The Tremeloes,
Monks,
Donald Byrd,
Howard Jones,
Marshall Jefferson,
Jacques Brel,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Judy Mowatt,
Maurizio,
Minnie Riperton,
Spandau Ballet,
Moebius,
Soul Sonic Force,
Wolf Eyes,
Funky Four + One,
Thompson Twins,
Warsaw,
Suburban Knight,
KRS-One,
the Normal,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Cowsills,
Ituana,
Rites of Spring,
The Golliwogs,
Alison Limerick,
Delon & Dalcan,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron.
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.