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 Romania and from Salvador.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Detroit Cobras to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Matthew Bourne. All the underground hits.
All Pole tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Accadde A record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron 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 organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joey Negro,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Leaves,
Infiniti,
Marmalade,
John Coltrane,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Yazoo,
Letta Mbulu,
Skriet,
Angry Samoans,
Harmonia,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Dirtbombs,
The Remains,
Graham Central Station,
Nils Olav,
The Cramps,
Q and Not U,
The Neon Judgement,
E-Dancer,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Animal Collective,
Buzzcocks,
Charles Mingus,
Camouflage,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sällskapet,
Idris Muhammad,
Pylon,
Avey Tare,
Ponytail,
Lungfish,
Porter Ricks,
The Motions,
Nik Kershaw,
The Modern Lovers,
Agitation Free,
David Bowie,
John Cale,
Johnny Clarke,
The Walker Brothers,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Fire Engines,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Terry Callier,
Erasure,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Oblivians,
Subhumans,
Bill Wells,
The Blackbyrds,
Pagans,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Cure,
Y Pants,
Bobby Sherman,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Drive Like Jehu,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Chrome,
Joe Smooth,
Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra.
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.