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 Nigeria and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 the Germs to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Mummies. All the underground hits.
All Reuben Wilson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Human League record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ 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 chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warsaw,
Massinfluence,
Clear Light,
Lower 48,
Section 25,
The Golliwogs,
Infiniti,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Marc Almond,
Mad Mike,
Connie Case,
Roxette,
The Selecter,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Knickerbockers,
One Last Wish,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Andrew Hill,
The Walker Brothers,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Kinks,
Robert Görl,
The Offenders,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
DNA,
Agitation Free,
Roxy Music,
Sonny Sharrock,
Chrome,
Mr. Review,
Mo-Dettes,
Sly & The Family Stone,
FM Einheit,
Alton Ellis,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Easy Going,
Aloha Tigers,
Donny Hathaway,
Japan,
The Alarm Clocks,
Stockholm Monsters,
Swans,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Minny Pops,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Five Americans,
Niagra,
The Velvet Underground,
Toni Rubio,
Todd Rundgren,
Crash Course in Science,
the Fania All-Stars,
The J.B.'s,
KRS-One,
Swell Maps,
Junior Murvin,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lee Hazlewood,
Shoche,
Minutemen,
Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane.
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.