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 Suriname and from Portland.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Tomorrow to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Ultimate Spinach. All the underground hits.
All Josef K tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lakeside 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin 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 linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Slits,
The Skatalites,
Youth Brigade,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Newcleus,
Tubeway Army,
The Pretty Things,
Michelle Simonal,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
X-101,
cv313,
Guru Guru,
kango's stein massive,
Kas Product,
Juan Atkins,
Chrome,
Maleditus Sound,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Crooked Eye,
The Names,
Warren Ellis,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Cybotron,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The New Christs,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Barbara Tucker,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Archie Shepp,
The Red Krayola,
the Slits,
Audionom,
Shoche,
The Index,
The Wake,
Jerry Gold Smith,
PIL,
Gregory Isaacs,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Fortunes,
Massinfluence,
DNA,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Arcadia,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Searchers,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bauhaus,
KRS-One,
Public Enemy,
Faraquet,
Stiv Bators,
the Fania All-Stars,
Simply Red,
Rakim,
Fatback Band,
Pet Shop Boys,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gang of Four,
Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front.
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.