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 Colombia and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 snare 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 Yazoo to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Maurizio. All the underground hits.
All Magazine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Move record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet 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 güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerrie Biddell,
Ossler,
Kaleidoscope,
The Invisible,
The Velvet Underground,
Letta Mbulu,
Funkadelic,
Dawn Penn,
Masters at Work,
Crispy Ambulance,
Steve Hackett,
Dark Day,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Pet Shop Boys,
Dead Boys,
Yazoo,
Jacques Brel,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
10cc,
The Shadows of Knight,
Todd Rundgren,
Colin Newman,
New York Dolls,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Zero Boys,
Anthony Braxton,
Robert Görl,
Harmonia,
Radio Birdman,
Jawbox,
Sun Ra,
Arab on Radar,
Scott Walker,
Roger Hodgson,
Spoonie Gee,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sonic Youth,
The Litter,
New Age Steppers,
The Techniques,
Donald Byrd,
Bob Dylan,
X-101,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Agitation Free,
The Kinks,
These Immortal Souls,
Sam Rivers,
UT,
Moebius,
Inner City,
Barbara Tucker,
Avey Tare,
EPMD,
Gang Green,
The Music Machine,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going.
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.