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 Spain and from Edmonton.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Surgeon to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Country Teasers. All the underground hits.
All Bill Near tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swell Maps 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb 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 marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Grass Roots,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Dead C,
Funkadelic,
Todd Terry,
Slave,
Von Mondo,
The Black Dice,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
the Soft Cell,
Eurythmics,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Joy Division,
The Pretty Things,
Josef K,
Susan Cadogan,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Jimmy McGriff,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Moody Blues,
Massinfluence,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
London Community Gospel Choir,
These Immortal Souls,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The American Breed,
Tomorrow,
Roy Ayers,
Warren Ellis,
Guru Guru,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Reuben Wilson,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ituana,
Blossom Toes,
Derrick May,
Dual Sessions,
Morten Harket,
Easy Going,
Ossler,
Reagan Youth,
MC5,
Grey Daturas,
Malaria!,
Q65,
The Beau Brummels,
The Residents,
Make Up,
Zero Boys,
The Stooges,
The Kinks,
Television Personalities,
kango's stein massive,
Wally Richardson,
World's Most,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Country Teasers,
Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One.
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.