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 Sudan and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 synthesizer 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 New Age Steppers to the dance 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 The Men They Couldn't Hang. All the underground hits.
All Warsaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pulsallama 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare 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 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers,
E-Dancer,
Drexciya,
Robert Görl,
Bronski Beat,
Funky Four + One,
Deakin,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Black Dice,
Organ,
Jeff Mills,
Underground Resistance,
The Doors,
Kerri Chandler,
Echospace,
Deepchord,
Monolake,
Buzzcocks,
The Saints,
David Axelrod,
Quando Quango,
Absolute Body Control,
The Trojans,
Moby Grape,
Gang of Four,
PIL,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Skriet,
Cymande,
Stetsasonic,
Thompson Twins,
Con Funk Shun,
Model 500,
The Durutti Column,
Hashim,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lower 48,
The Kinks,
Andrew Hill,
The Gun Club,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ituana,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Litter,
Lindisfarne,
Index,
The Beau Brummels,
Dual Sessions,
Black Flag,
Babytalk,
Blake Baxter,
Dennis Brown,
Davy DMX,
Alton Ellis,
Rekid,
Sexual Harrassment,
Monks,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Fugazi,
The Music Machine,
John Foxx,
Bootsy Collins,
Connie Case,
Dawn Penn,
ABC, ABC, ABC, ABC.
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.