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 Sierra Leone and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 kango's stein massive to the jazz 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 Dorothy Ashby. All the underground hits.
All This Heat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ 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 mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doobie Brothers,
Surgeon,
Bush Tetras,
Matthew Halsall,
Half Japanese,
Lindisfarne,
Max Romeo,
Todd Terry,
Vladislav Delay,
Alton Ellis,
Minutemen,
Toni Rubio,
Gang Gang Dance,
Eric B and Rakim,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Hot Snakes,
The Cure,
the Swans,
Faraquet,
Neil Young,
Marmalade,
Siglo XX,
Amon Düül,
Scientists,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
DJ Sneak,
Pole,
Jandek,
Simply Red,
Wolf Eyes,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Rotary Connection,
Accadde A,
Skaos,
Second Layer,
Althea and Donna,
The Cowsills,
Marcia Griffiths,
Eli Mardock,
R.M.O.,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
La Düsseldorf,
Sonny Sharrock,
Maurizio,
The Fortunes,
Joy Division,
Youth Brigade,
Deakin,
Sonic Youth,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Severed Heads,
Swans,
Brothers Johnson,
the Bar-Kays,
The Count Five,
The Blues Magoos,
Suburban Knight,
Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec.
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.