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 Philippines and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Manila.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Rekid. All the underground hits.
All MDC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every kango's stein massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 güiro and a spring reverb 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 rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cal Tjader,
Wasted Youth,
Oblivians,
Absolute Body Control,
CMW,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Nils Olav,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Harmonia,
Black Sheep,
Crispian St. Peters,
Porter Ricks,
Average White Band,
The Velvet Underground,
Bobby Sherman,
Loose Ends,
Black Moon,
The Move,
The Techniques,
Deadbeat,
cv313,
Public Enemy,
Warren Ellis,
Neu!,
Matthew Bourne,
Nirvana,
Joe Smooth,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Fuzztones,
Youth Brigade,
X-Ray Spex,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Gap Band,
The Monks,
The Angels of Light,
Jerry Gold Smith,
8 Eyed Spy,
Qualms,
The Neon Judgement,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Cybotron,
Shoche,
JFA,
Idris Muhammad,
the Slits,
Technova,
Magma,
Chris & Cosey,
the Human League,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
48th St. Collective,
Prince Buster,
Sixth Finger,
Barry Ungar,
Brass Construction,
Von Mondo,
The Monochrome Set,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Standells,
Public Image Ltd.,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Raincoats,
Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T.
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.