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 Senegal and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 linndrum 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 Metal Thangz to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes. All the underground hits.
All Organ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unrelated Segments record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 sitar and a marimba 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 theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Gang Dance,
Can,
Schoolly D,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bang On A Can,
the Soft Cell,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sun City Girls,
Tears for Fears,
Youth Brigade,
Nils Olav,
Godley & Creme,
Boogie Down Productions,
Altered Images,
Lalann,
Ludus,
The Dirtbombs,
Nas,
The Motions,
Pagans,
Todd Terry,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Hot Snakes,
Bobby Sherman,
Angry Samoans,
The Red Krayola,
June of 44,
R.M.O.,
The Young Rascals,
Tubeway Army,
Parry Music,
Erasure,
Sam Rivers,
Babytalk,
Siglo XX,
Ronan,
Groovy Waters,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Soul Sonic Force,
Black Sheep,
Basic Channel,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Eden Ahbez,
EPMD,
Bauhaus,
Gong,
Guru Guru,
L. Decosne,
MDC,
Monolake,
Marvin Gaye,
Joensuu 1685,
Khruangbin,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Laurel Aitken,
Funkadelic,
Tres Demented,
Inner City,
The Stooges,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras.
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.