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 Guinea and from Edmonton.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Anakelly to the electroclash 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 a-ha. All the underground hits.
All R.M.O. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sexual Harrassment record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 mellotron 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 mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eddi Front,
H. Thieme,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Beau Brummels,
Arcadia,
The Smoke,
Rites of Spring,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Jerry's Kids,
Mantronix,
The Count Five,
CMW,
Marshall Jefferson,
World's Most,
Moebius,
Freddie Wadling,
Glambeats Corp.,
Flamin' Groovies,
Urselle,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Gap Band,
Monks,
Parry Music,
John Coltrane,
Fear,
Camberwell Now,
The Birthday Party,
Negative Approach,
Sällskapet,
Fela Kuti,
These Immortal Souls,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Delta 5,
The Dead C,
Monolake,
K-Klass,
The Cowsills,
Fad Gadget,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Zeros,
The Dave Clark Five,
Mars,
Sam Rivers,
The J.B.'s,
48th St. Collective,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Cybotron,
Lucky Dragons,
Masters at Work,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Morten Harket,
AZ,
Bill Wells,
The Slackers,
Unwound,
Wolf Eyes,
The Doors,
The Techniques,
Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant.
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.