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 Saudi Arabia and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Vogues to the electroclash 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 Jeff Mills. All the underground hits.
All Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dirtbombs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba 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 oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chrome,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Young Marble Giants,
the Bar-Kays,
Dark Day,
Reuben Wilson,
Stetsasonic,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bang On A Can,
T.S.O.L.,
Cameo,
Scan 7,
Jeff Lynne,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Adolescents,
Alphaville,
Tommy Roe,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Kas Product,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sonny Sharrock,
Black Flag,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
David McCallum,
Simply Red,
Oneida,
Hashim,
Model 500,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Black Bananas,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Birthday Party,
Rakim,
The Pop Group,
Max Romeo,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
June of 44,
Sparks,
Skarface,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Blues Magoos,
Minnie Riperton,
The Sound,
The Kinks,
Bobby Byrd,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Technova,
KRS-One,
Hoover,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Arthur Verocai,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Warsaw,
Rhythm & Sound,
the Sonics,
Cluster,
CMW,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Fear,
Harmonia,
Lebanon Hanover,
Moby Grape,
The Modern Lovers,
Josef K, Josef K, Josef K, Josef K.
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.