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 Maldives and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Alphaville to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Arab on Radar. All the underground hits.
All David McCallum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Half Japanese record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes 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 spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Harmonia,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Albert Ayler,
Jandek,
Scrapy,
Jawbox,
Sight & Sound,
Rotary Connection,
Arcadia,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lee Hazlewood,
Barry Ungar,
Jerry's Kids,
Sound Behaviour,
David McCallum,
The Modern Lovers,
Charles Mingus,
Eden Ahbez,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Throbbing Gristle,
Avey Tare,
Scott Walker,
Bizarre Inc.,
Pantaleimon,
The American Breed,
Quadrant,
Mission of Burma,
Jacob Miller,
Aural Exciters,
Warren Ellis,
Shuggie Otis,
Danielle Patucci,
the Germs,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Evens,
Half Japanese,
Tim Buckley,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Franke,
In Retrospect,
The Slackers,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Young Rascals,
Agitation Free,
Lyres,
Yazoo,
Scientists,
T. Rex,
Suicide,
X-102,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gang Starr,
Joyce Sims,
U.S. Maple,
The Cowsills,
Radiohead,
The Smiths,
Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani.
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.