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 Eritrea and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Winnipeg.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the 808 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 Gang Green to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Livin' Joy. All the underground hits.
All Justin Hinds & The Dominoes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Axelrod 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 The Neon Judgement record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Lynne,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Clear Light,
Marc Almond,
Danielle Patucci,
Symarip,
Prince Buster,
John Coltrane,
Piero Umiliani,
Josef K,
Youth Brigade,
The Victims,
Moby Grape,
Joyce Sims,
Godley & Creme,
The Busters,
Glenn Branca,
Barrington Levy,
Trumans Water,
Blake Baxter,
ABBA,
E-Dancer,
Jeff Mills,
Lou Reed,
Robert Görl,
Roy Ayers,
Bluetip,
10cc,
T.S.O.L.,
Jawbox,
Mr. Review,
The Young Rascals,
Little Man,
Morten Harket,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Roger Hodgson,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Depeche Mode,
Aswad,
Organ,
Man Parrish,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bill Wells,
Crispian St. Peters,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Tremeloes,
Royal Trux,
Thompson Twins,
Joy Division,
Young Marble Giants,
Colin Newman,
Mad Mike,
Agent Orange,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Nils Olav,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Eddi Front,
FM Einheit,
Guru Guru,
Rufus Thomas,
Delon & Dalcan,
Khruangbin,
Zapp,
Don Cherry,
Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance.
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.