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 Korea North and from Seoul.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Jawbox to the electroclash 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 Fela Kuti. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Osbourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moss Icon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar 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 harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Average White Band,
David Bowie,
Byron Stingily,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Martian,
The Music Machine,
Rufus Thomas,
Yellowson,
Neil Young,
Lalo Schifrin,
Stockholm Monsters,
New York Dolls,
Bobby Sherman,
U.S. Maple,
Gabor Szabo,
Sugar Minott,
Steve Hackett,
Black Moon,
LL Cool J,
Alice Coltrane,
The Barracudas,
Mary Jane Girls,
Delta 5,
Youth Brigade,
Ornette Coleman,
The Blues Magoos,
The Star Department,
Mo-Dettes,
Joe Smooth,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Dark Day,
The Litter,
The Walker Brothers,
Vladislav Delay,
The Cramps,
The Birthday Party,
Tim Buckley,
Blossom Toes,
Alton Ellis,
Malaria!,
Motorama,
Second Layer,
Suicide,
Essential Logic,
World's Most,
Ultra Naté,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Johnny Osbourne,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Selecter,
Faust,
The Smoke,
Kerrie Biddell,
Organ,
Hoover,
Simply Red,
Sound Behaviour,
Negative Approach,
Dawn Penn,
Unwound,
Mission of Burma,
Schoolly D,
Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep.
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.