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 Benin and from Johannesburg.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Kool Moe Dee to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Agitation Free. All the underground hits.
All Mars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Byron Stingily record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes 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 arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Cell,
The Busters,
Lou Reed,
OOIOO,
Electric Prunes,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Pagans,
Pharoah Sanders,
Kenny Larkin,
The Music Machine,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
ABC,
Soulsonic Force,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Blackbyrds,
Wasted Youth,
Hardrive,
Robert Görl,
Y Pants,
The Offenders,
Cameo,
Soul II Soul,
Black Sheep,
The Slackers,
Sällskapet,
Don Cherry,
Massinfluence,
Mary Jane Girls,
Talk Talk,
The Move,
The Zeros,
Jawbox,
Dawn Penn,
Bluetip,
8 Eyed Spy,
Andrew Hill,
UT,
Au Pairs,
Black Flag,
The Angels of Light,
Piero Umiliani,
Colin Newman,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Monks,
Panda Bear,
Jacques Brel,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Walker Brothers,
The Fortunes,
Amon Düül II,
The Trojans,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Pantaleimon,
Wally Richardson,
Mars,
Parry Music,
The Standells,
Hashim,
Bush Tetras,
Fela Kuti,
Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare.
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.