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 Algeria and from Manila.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 snare 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 Bang On A Can to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Rhythim Is Rhythim. All the underground hits.
All Echo & the Bunnymen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Count Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar 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 snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pylon,
Cameo,
Jerry's Kids,
The Dead C,
Ken Boothe,
The J.B.'s,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Susan Cadogan,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Silicon Teens,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Selecter,
Porter Ricks,
Pharoah Sanders,
Idris Muhammad,
Godley & Creme,
The Searchers,
DJ Sneak,
The Slits,
Fugazi,
Average White Band,
Harpers Bizarre,
Leonard Cohen,
Public Enemy,
The Alarm Clocks,
Donny Hathaway,
Absolute Body Control,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Agitation Free,
Erasure,
Peter and Kerry,
Tropical Tobacco,
cv313,
Janne Schatter,
Spoonie Gee,
Iggy Pop,
The Motions,
The Cramps,
Underground Resistance,
The Leaves,
Terry Callier,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Move,
Mr. Review,
Amazonics,
Mission of Burma,
Fad Gadget,
Sex Pistols,
The Fall,
The Neon Judgement,
The Stooges,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Soul II Soul,
Tom Boy,
Metal Thangz,
ABC,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Arcadia,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Angels of Light,
Ten City,
Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth.
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.