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 Serbia and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 T. Rex to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Jacques Brel. All the underground hits.
All Heaven 17 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Negative Approach 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar 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 synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Alarm Clocks,
Joy Division,
Kevin Saunderson,
Babytalk,
Dark Day,
The Stooges,
Pussy Galore,
Cybotron,
Soul II Soul,
The Beau Brummels,
Zero Boys,
The Trojans,
Cymande,
Stereo Dub,
Jawbox,
Rites of Spring,
Max Romeo,
Heaven 17,
Wings,
Excepter,
China Crisis,
E-Dancer,
The Golliwogs,
Darondo,
Barclay James Harvest,
Radio Birdman,
the Association,
Cheater Slicks,
Pierre Henry,
The Searchers,
Archie Shepp,
Visage,
The Seeds,
The Music Machine,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Saints,
Flipper,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Index,
Roxette,
Oblivians,
The Red Krayola,
Pet Shop Boys,
OOIOO,
The Tremeloes,
The New Christs,
The Raincoats,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Fire Engines,
Mary Jane Girls,
Main Source,
Matthew Halsall,
Clear Light,
World's Most,
Funkadelic,
Chris & Cosey,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Residents,
Robert Görl,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gang Gang Dance,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia.
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.