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 Liberia and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Loose Ends to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 DJ Sneak. All the underground hits.
All Louis and Bebe Barron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Niagra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum 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 organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Techniques,
the Human League,
The Count Five,
Sound Behaviour,
Nik Kershaw,
The Stooges,
Dead Boys,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Inner City,
Rod Modell,
Sex Pistols,
China Crisis,
Althea and Donna,
The Electric Prunes,
EPMD,
Hoover,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Wasted Youth,
Hot Snakes,
Sällskapet,
Blancmange,
Bobby Womack,
The Sound,
Gichy Dan,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Sonics,
The Slackers,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Loose Ends,
Rosa Yemen,
Negative Approach,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ludus,
The Slits,
Soul Sonic Force,
Cameo,
Eddi Front,
Malaria!,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Guru Guru,
Motorama,
Tom Boy,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Raincoats,
John Lydon,
Pussy Galore,
Cluster,
Dennis Brown,
Hasil Adkins,
Lower 48,
Kerrie Biddell,
Basic Channel,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
X-101,
Sonny Sharrock,
Nirvana,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Arab on Radar,
Technova,
Soft Machine,
The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers.
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.