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 Chile and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 Delhi and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Rakim to the rock 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 kango's stein massive. All the underground hits.
All The Modern Lovers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brand Nubian 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba 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 chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
B.T. Express,
Swell Maps,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Hashim,
Tomorrow,
The Black Dice,
The J.B.'s,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Eve St. Jones,
Jandek,
Man Parrish,
Barry Ungar,
Darondo,
Chris Corsano,
Monks,
Peter and Kerry,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Infiniti,
Deepchord,
Matthew Bourne,
The Fall,
Electric Prunes,
Unrelated Segments,
Cal Tjader,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Neu!,
kango's stein massive,
Tubeway Army,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
World's Most,
John Lydon,
Anthony Braxton,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Cybotron,
The Shadows of Knight,
Rhythm & Sound,
Malaria!,
Icehouse,
Niagra,
Reagan Youth,
the Sonics,
X-102,
Ludus,
Grandmaster Flash,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Gun Club,
Althea and Donna,
Joe Finger,
Sam Rivers,
Bad Manners,
Bush Tetras,
Amon Düül II,
Derrick Morgan,
Urselle,
Groovy Waters,
Franke,
Marshall Jefferson,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Radiopuhelimet,
The New Christs,
Pagans, Pagans, Pagans, Pagans.
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.