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 Morocco and from Paris.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the organ 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 Can to the crunk 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 Be Bop Deluxe. All the underground hits.
All Pagans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donald Byrd 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator 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 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Normal,
Motorama,
Urselle,
Lee Hazlewood,
Warren Ellis,
Youth Brigade,
B.T. Express,
Oblivians,
Tim Buckley,
Suburban Knight,
Soft Machine,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
D'Angelo,
AZ,
Bronski Beat,
La Düsseldorf,
Gerry Rafferty,
Organ,
Leonard Cohen,
Rekid,
Faust,
Mad Mike,
Ice-T,
Average White Band,
Nils Olav,
Harry Pussy,
Can,
Flipper,
The Birthday Party,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Knickerbockers,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Essential Logic,
Sam Rivers,
Vladislav Delay,
The Flesh Eaters,
Harmonia,
Severed Heads,
The Modern Lovers,
The Detroit Cobras,
Reagan Youth,
Graham Central Station,
Junior Murvin,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Durutti Column,
Marcia Griffiths,
Henry Cow,
The Happenings,
Fela Kuti,
Arthur Verocai,
Surgeon,
Trumans Water,
Ronan,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Joey Negro,
Tomorrow,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Selecter,
Interpol,
Monolake,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young.
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.