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 Somalia and from Lyon.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 cv313 to the funk 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 Soft Machine. All the underground hits.
All Don Cherry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The United States of America 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 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 Fall,
Von Mondo,
The Monks,
Black Pus,
Harmonia,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Aural Exciters,
The Black Dice,
Ohio Players,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Eurythmics,
Gastr Del Sol,
Funkadelic,
Scion,
The Slackers,
Slave,
Colin Newman,
Kevin Saunderson,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Suburban Knight,
Ice-T,
Camouflage,
Tres Demented,
Audionom,
Monks,
Maleditus Sound,
Faust,
Metal Thangz,
Eric B and Rakim,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Soft Machine,
David Bowie,
Thee Headcoats,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Radiopuhelimet,
Quantec,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Gories,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Beau Brummels,
Crime,
Brand Nubian,
Howard Jones,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sandy B,
Jesper Dahlback,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
F. McDonald,
Andrew Hill,
Letta Mbulu,
Masters at Work,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bush Tetras,
Intrusion,
DJ Style,
Godley & Creme,
The Moody Blues,
Lou Christie,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
One Last Wish,
Index, Index, Index, Index.
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.