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 Malawi and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Paris.
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 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 Vainqueur to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Nirvana. All the underground hits.
All Joy Division tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nation of Ulysses 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 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 sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moody Blues,
The Busters,
Ultravox,
Sugar Minott,
Anakelly,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Slick Rick,
Crispian St. Peters,
Wings,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Stockholm Monsters,
Max Romeo,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
the Slits,
Rekid,
The Fugs,
John Foxx,
Tubeway Army,
David Bowie,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Gap Band,
the Soft Cell,
48th St. Collective,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
T. Rex,
John Coltrane,
Con Funk Shun,
The Stooges,
Supertramp,
Underground Resistance,
Excepter,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Kayak,
Public Enemy,
Slave,
The Standells,
Joy Division,
the Human League,
Chris Corsano,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
John Lydon,
Mr. Review,
Groovy Waters,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Avey Tare,
Letta Mbulu,
Todd Terry,
Wolf Eyes,
Sparks,
Ludus,
Masters at Work,
Motorama,
Fluxion,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Selecter,
Surgeon,
Guru Guru,
Barry Ungar,
Matthew Bourne,
The Residents,
Mo-Dettes,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones.
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.