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 Costa Rica and from Mexico City.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the 808 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 Fela Kuti to the rock 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 Clear Light. All the underground hits.
All Ash Ra Tempel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wolf Eyes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 snare and a rhodes 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 clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Infiniti,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Shoche,
Fugazi,
John Coltrane,
Grauzone,
Niagra,
Judy Mowatt,
Warren Ellis,
Nick Fraelich,
Tim Buckley,
Zero Boys,
Desert Stars,
Absolute Body Control,
Severed Heads,
Rod Modell,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Velvet Underground,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Fall,
The Modern Lovers,
Jacob Miller,
John Lydon,
Byron Stingily,
Arab on Radar,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sexual Harrassment,
Don Cherry,
Magazine,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gang Green,
Stiv Bators,
China Crisis,
Chrome,
Colin Newman,
The Gladiators,
Spandau Ballet,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Carl Craig,
Gichy Dan,
Con Funk Shun,
The Shadows of Knight,
Dead Boys,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Duran Duran,
U.S. Maple,
Marshall Jefferson,
Subhumans,
Blake Baxter,
Marmalade,
Rufus Thomas,
The Smoke,
Girls At Our Best!,
Al Stewart,
The Skatalites,
Gil Scott Heron,
Wally Richardson,
Gong,
Danielle Patucci,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith.
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.