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 Kyrgyzstan and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Rakim to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Fat Boys. All the underground hits.
All Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Rundgren 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord 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 a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liliput,
Ultra Naté,
Flamin' Groovies,
kango's stein massive,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
X-101,
Gregory Isaacs,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
World's Most,
Altered Images,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lower 48,
JFA,
The Fortunes,
Aswad,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bizarre Inc.,
Hot Snakes,
The Offenders,
Jerry's Kids,
Swell Maps,
The Index,
Stiv Bators,
Vladislav Delay,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lalo Schifrin,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Young Rascals,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Con Funk Shun,
Terry Callier,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Scientists,
the Germs,
Marine Girls,
The Walker Brothers,
Accadde A,
Boredoms,
Black Sheep,
Kayak,
Oblivians,
Throbbing Gristle,
Nas,
Gang of Four,
Howard Jones,
Shoche,
Derrick May,
Khruangbin,
Loose Ends,
Rapeman,
Fatback Band,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ken Boothe,
Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail.
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.