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 New Zealand and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 sitar 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 Electric Light Orchestra to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Barbara Tucker. All the underground hits.
All kango's stein massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Human League record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe 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 güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DNA,
Barry Ungar,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Soulsonic Force,
Smog,
Moebius,
Arcadia,
The Dead C,
The Blues Magoos,
Cecil Taylor,
The Names,
Roxy Music,
Boredoms,
Ludus,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bobby Sherman,
Skriet,
Chris Corsano,
Crime,
Rapeman,
The Raincoats,
E-Dancer,
Ponytail,
Marcia Griffiths,
Drexciya,
Q65,
Gang Green,
The Vogues,
Nik Kershaw,
The Beau Brummels,
Slave,
Black Bananas,
the Germs,
Delon & Dalcan,
Pole,
Robert Hood,
The Cure,
Underground Resistance,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Colin Newman,
Bluetip,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Make Up,
Minutemen,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Intrusion,
Isaac Hayes,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Gladiators,
Roger Hodgson,
Black Moon,
Jawbox,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sandy B,
Sound Behaviour,
The Standells,
Quadrant,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Y Pants,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Tears for Fears,
Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims.
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.