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 Djibouti and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock to the rap 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 Popol Vuh. All the underground hits.
All Black Bananas 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 punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin 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 güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funkadelic,
Grandmaster Flash,
China Crisis,
Angry Samoans,
Bobby Byrd,
The Sonics,
Dead Boys,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Pet Shop Boys,
Heaven 17,
Tears for Fears,
Sixth Finger,
The Sound,
Lebanon Hanover,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Minutemen,
Aaron Thompson,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Black Bananas,
The Barracudas,
Delon & Dalcan,
These Immortal Souls,
Nico,
Slick Rick,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Beau Brummels,
Gerry Rafferty,
Skaos,
Brand Nubian,
Livin' Joy,
Cabaret Voltaire,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Zeros,
Chris Corsano,
Aloha Tigers,
World's Most,
Tim Buckley,
Kas Product,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Fuzztones,
Magma,
Sandy B,
Popol Vuh,
Colin Newman,
the Swans,
The Electric Prunes,
Freddie Wadling,
The Index,
Japan,
Joe Smooth,
Stiv Bators,
Outsiders,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Negative Approach,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Faust,
CMW,
Warren Ellis,
Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade.
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.