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 Macedonia and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Sarah Menescal to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Gerry Rafferty. All the underground hits.
All Lungfish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Excepter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Neon Judgement record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quando Quango,
Lou Christie,
The Fire Engines,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Visage,
Black Moon,
Sam Rivers,
Parry Music,
The Monochrome Set,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Japan,
Ituana,
Outsiders,
Neil Young,
Banda Bassotti,
Moby Grape,
The Martian,
Cymande,
Y Pants,
The Cramps,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Modern Lovers,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Slits,
Tres Demented,
Swell Maps,
Janne Schatter,
Arthur Verocai,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Sound,
Todd Terry,
June of 44,
Rhythm & Sound,
New Age Steppers,
Sarah Menescal,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Buzzcocks,
The Offenders,
The Cowsills,
Bluetip,
Slave,
Peter and Kerry,
Robert Hood,
World's Most,
The Residents,
KRS-One,
48th St. Collective,
Heaven 17,
Stiv Bators,
The Red Krayola,
Scion,
Cal Tjader,
Nik Kershaw,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Smiths,
The Gories,
Eric Dolphy,
Desert Stars,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
In Retrospect,
Pantytec,
Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord.
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.