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 South Africa and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Gian Franco Pienzio to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Davy DMX. All the underground hits.
All The Pretty Things tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fela Kuti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an organ 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 organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Massinfluence,
Mark Hollis,
Traffic Nightmare,
Public Image Ltd.,
Icehouse,
Junior Murvin,
Curtis Mayfield,
New York Dolls,
Dual Sessions,
Saccharine Trust,
Organ,
Terrestrial Tones,
F. McDonald,
Carl Craig,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Black Sheep,
Masters at Work,
Donny Hathaway,
Slave,
Kas Product,
Bobby Byrd,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Groovy Waters,
The Angels of Light,
Lakeside,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Eden Ahbez,
Joe Smooth,
Surgeon,
Au Pairs,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Franke,
Eli Mardock,
New Order,
The Doobie Brothers,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Harry Pussy,
Boz Scaggs,
Cabaret Voltaire,
KRS-One,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Seeds,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ohio Players,
The Offenders,
Slick Rick,
JFA,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
MDC,
Don Cherry,
Popol Vuh,
The Young Rascals,
Zero Boys,
Ken Boothe,
Cheater Slicks,
The Techniques,
Robert Wyatt,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Q and Not U,
The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps.
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.