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 Fiji and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 808 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 the Swans to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Cure. All the underground hits.
All Country Teasers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every L. Decosne 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet 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 güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Be Bop Deluxe,
Reagan Youth,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sister Nancy,
Anthony Braxton,
the Sonics,
The Cure,
Unwound,
Echospace,
H. Thieme,
Iggy Pop,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Barrington Levy,
Harpers Bizarre,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Royal Trux,
The Mummies,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Unrelated Segments,
Deakin,
Second Layer,
New Age Steppers,
Thompson Twins,
Neu!,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Swell Maps,
Maurizio,
Slick Rick,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ralphi Rosario,
AZ,
T.S.O.L.,
The Real Kids,
Zapp,
The Knickerbockers,
Gabor Szabo,
D'Angelo,
Con Funk Shun,
Banda Bassotti,
48th St. Collective,
10cc,
Dennis Brown,
Letta Mbulu,
The Red Krayola,
Dark Day,
Cecil Taylor,
Marvin Gaye,
The Zeros,
Sarah Menescal,
Amazonics,
Throbbing Gristle,
Wasted Youth,
Cameo,
Ken Boothe,
The Leaves,
Accadde A,
New York Dolls,
Aaron Thompson,
Spoonie Gee,
Mars,
Darondo,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Duran Duran,
It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day.
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.