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 Haiti and from Tehran.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Flash Fearless to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Mr. Review. All the underground hits.
All The Jesus and Mary Chain tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ 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 theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drexciya,
Dark Day,
Royal Trux,
Excepter,
Pagans,
Wire,
Marine Girls,
John Lydon,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Reagan Youth,
Tim Buckley,
The New Christs,
Unwound,
Harry Pussy,
Lightning Bolt,
cv313,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Swell Maps,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Litter,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Parry Music,
Joe Finger,
The Misunderstood,
Siglo XX,
Andrew Hill,
DNA,
Scratch Acid,
Laurel Aitken,
Johnny Osbourne,
Todd Terry,
Gang Green,
The Move,
Lower 48,
These Immortal Souls,
The Fuzztones,
Albert Ayler,
Crispian St. Peters,
Josef K,
The Black Dice,
Lindisfarne,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Davy DMX,
Adolescents,
Bronski Beat,
Hot Snakes,
The Knickerbockers,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Radiohead,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Soulsonic Force,
Roxy Music,
Kaleidoscope,
Jawbox,
Terry Callier,
Hasil Adkins,
The Alarm Clocks,
Khruangbin,
The Barracudas,
Skaos, Skaos, Skaos, Skaos.
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.