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 South Sudan and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 rhodes 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 The Fall to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Animal Collective. All the underground hits.
All Dave Gahan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Janne Schatter 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar 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 harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sällskapet,
Eli Mardock,
MC5,
Dark Day,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Thee Headcoats,
Arthur Verocai,
Grauzone,
Sugar Minott,
Matthew Bourne,
The Motions,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Stetsasonic,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
PIL,
Funkadelic,
Nils Olav,
Ponytail,
Sonic Youth,
Circle Jerks,
Donald Byrd,
The Alarm Clocks,
Gabor Szabo,
Junior Murvin,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
David McCallum,
Angry Samoans,
Hardrive,
Kaleidoscope,
Sex Pistols,
Scientists,
Dave Gahan,
The Standells,
Anakelly,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Curtis Mayfield,
Aaron Thompson,
Brothers Johnson,
Youth Brigade,
The Five Americans,
Morten Harket,
The Dave Clark Five,
D'Angelo,
Accadde A,
Con Funk Shun,
Banda Bassotti,
Wasted Youth,
Bobby Byrd,
Boz Scaggs,
The Fugs,
Aloha Tigers,
Barclay James Harvest,
Marc Almond,
Crime,
Soulsonic Force,
The Black Dice,
Essential Logic,
Jeff Mills,
Hoover,
The Doors,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie.
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.