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 Czech Republic and from Bologna.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Blossom Toes to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Khruangbin. All the underground hits.
All Lyres tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar 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 guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Beau Brummels,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gabor Szabo,
B.T. Express,
Jerry's Kids,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
AZ,
Joey Negro,
The Blues Magoos,
Gastr Del Sol,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gang of Four,
Theoretical Girls,
Harmonia,
Ronan,
Max Romeo,
Nico,
Todd Rundgren,
The Black Dice,
Mo-Dettes,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Star Department,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Cecil Taylor,
Eurythmics,
Joensuu 1685,
Scott Walker,
The Angels of Light,
Ken Boothe,
DNA,
Gil Scott Heron,
Funky Four + One,
The Cure,
Bobby Womack,
Jimmy McGriff,
Rotary Connection,
Reagan Youth,
X-101,
Danielle Patucci,
Kerri Chandler,
Sam Rivers,
Desert Stars,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Television,
Minny Pops,
Aural Exciters,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
UT,
Monolake,
Japan,
Supertramp,
Amazonics,
Eden Ahbez,
Echospace,
Faust,
Harry Pussy,
Livin' Joy,
Wally Richardson,
The Martian,
Basic Channel,
Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell.
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.