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 Honduras and from Copenhagen.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Todd Rundgren. All the underground hits.
All T.S.O.L. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Los Fastidios record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 marimba and an oboe 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 chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Niagra,
The Residents,
The Standells,
Max Romeo,
Brick,
The Birthday Party,
Dark Day,
Hot Snakes,
David McCallum,
Flamin' Groovies,
Michelle Simonal,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Minutemen,
Judy Mowatt,
Scrapy,
Jerry Gold Smith,
10cc,
Byron Stingily,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ronnie Foster,
Dorothy Ashby,
Pere Ubu,
Rhythm & Sound,
Visage,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Victims,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bauhaus,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Altered Images,
The United States of America,
Pussy Galore,
Marvin Gaye,
Adolescents,
The Monks,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Nik Kershaw,
The Doobie Brothers,
Althea and Donna,
The Kinks,
Skarface,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Monolake,
Panda Bear,
Mars,
Slave,
Brand Nubian,
Crooked Eye,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Minor Threat,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Zero Boys,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
A Certain Ratio,
Can,
Deakin,
Roxy Music,
Country Teasers,
Rites of Spring,
Bobby Womack,
F. McDonald,
Archie Shepp,
Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon.
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.