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 Madagascar and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 John Holt to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 the Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Rekid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharoah Sanders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar 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 sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moody Blues,
Soft Cell,
the Sonics,
Bob Dylan,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sam Rivers,
Erykah Badu,
The Busters,
Dark Day,
ABBA,
Motorama,
The Trojans,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Fat Boys,
Electric Prunes,
Theoretical Girls,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Robert Wyatt,
Erasure,
The Red Krayola,
Bootsy Collins,
Moebius,
Flamin' Groovies,
Circle Jerks,
Harmonia,
Silicon Teens,
The Techniques,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Roger Hodgson,
T. Rex,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Goldenarms,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Saccharine Trust,
EPMD,
X-Ray Spex,
The Residents,
Joey Negro,
Prince Buster,
Roxette,
Johnny Osbourne,
Alison Limerick,
Lindisfarne,
the Slits,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Gun Club,
Jeru the Damaja,
Boz Scaggs,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ponytail,
Echospace,
UT,
Clear Light,
The Fall,
Eve St. Jones,
Alphaville,
Gang Green,
Cymande,
Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle.
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.