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 Moldova and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Whodini to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Boz Scaggs. All the underground hits.
All 8 Eyed Spy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 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 oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dead C,
John Holt,
The Last Poets,
Tim Buckley,
Idris Muhammad,
Kenny Larkin,
Barclay James Harvest,
Tropical Tobacco,
Easy Going,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Maurizio,
Black Pus,
Metal Thangz,
Boredoms,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
John Cale,
Fad Gadget,
Stetsasonic,
Brothers Johnson,
Los Fastidios,
Frankie Knuckles,
Glenn Branca,
London Community Gospel Choir,
John Foxx,
Boz Scaggs,
Dead Boys,
OOIOO,
Reuben Wilson,
The Mummies,
Lyres,
Sight & Sound,
Rosa Yemen,
Nico,
CMW,
Oneida,
Amazonics,
John Lydon,
David McCallum,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Knickerbockers,
Gichy Dan,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Mad Mike,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Nirvana,
Babytalk,
Josef K,
Gang Starr,
Gabor Szabo,
Skriet,
Eden Ahbez,
The Stooges,
Barry Ungar,
Juan Atkins,
Colin Newman,
The American Breed,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Tears for Fears,
Shuggie Otis,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Hasil Adkins,
Monks, Monks, Monks, Monks.
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.