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 Dominica and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Mary Jane Girls to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Gil Scott Heron. All the underground hits.
All Kevin Saunderson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soulsonic Force 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator 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 theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kenny Larkin,
The United States of America,
Lungfish,
The Vogues,
Josef K,
the Human League,
Das Ding,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lee Hazlewood,
Eric Copeland,
Deadbeat,
The Kinks,
Youth Brigade,
Icehouse,
The Divine Comedy,
Con Funk Shun,
Liliput,
Jandek,
Guru Guru,
Bootsy Collins,
Gong,
La Düsseldorf,
The Gladiators,
Theoretical Girls,
Sonic Youth,
Von Mondo,
Hot Snakes,
Henry Cow,
Radiohead,
Janne Schatter,
The Fuzztones,
Faust,
The Move,
The Cowsills,
The Music Machine,
Ken Boothe,
Barrington Levy,
JFA,
Eurythmics,
Anthony Braxton,
Slave,
Tim Buckley,
Harpers Bizarre,
Mantronix,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Dead Boys,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Echospace,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Seeds,
Mo-Dettes,
Spandau Ballet,
Monks,
Davy DMX,
Soul Sonic Force,
48th St. Collective,
Zero Boys,
Porter Ricks,
Pagans,
James White and The Blacks,
Grandmaster Flash,
Negative Approach,
Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow.
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.