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 Saudi Arabia and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Seoul.
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 Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the rhodes 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 ABBA to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Raincoats. All the underground hits.
All Al Stewart tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious Big And Bone Thugs 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum 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 a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Charles Mingus,
Lalann,
Radio Birdman,
Royal Trux,
Massinfluence,
Sällskapet,
David Axelrod,
Shoche,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Davy DMX,
Oneida,
Bush Tetras,
The Residents,
OOIOO,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
D'Angelo,
Minor Threat,
Rakim,
Jacob Miller,
Pharoah Sanders,
Hot Snakes,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ultravox,
The Happenings,
Gichy Dan,
Johnny Clarke,
Hoover,
Harpers Bizarre,
Harry Pussy,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
kango's stein massive,
Rites of Spring,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Barrington Levy,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Eddi Front,
Bauhaus,
Gastr Del Sol,
Jimmy McGriff,
Leonard Cohen,
Dual Sessions,
Pussy Galore,
Judy Mowatt,
The Doors,
Nirvana,
Sex Pistols,
Byron Stingily,
The Saints,
Spandau Ballet,
Kayak,
Unrelated Segments,
Blossom Toes,
Boogie Down Productions,
Idris Muhammad,
Cymande,
The Leaves,
Theoretical Girls,
Smog,
This Heat,
Anakelly,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Busters,
E-Dancer,
Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry.
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.