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 Chile and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Bang On A Can to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 X-101. All the underground hits.
All Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kurtis Blow 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ 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 arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slave,
The Doobie Brothers,
Symarip,
Rapeman,
Easy Going,
The Modern Lovers,
L. Decosne,
Soft Cell,
Crime,
The Pretty Things,
Absolute Body Control,
Sam Rivers,
Oblivians,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lower 48,
These Immortal Souls,
The Human League,
Pagans,
In Retrospect,
Audionom,
Mission of Burma,
a-ha,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Howard Jones,
Toni Rubio,
The Grass Roots,
Camouflage,
Donny Hathaway,
The Dirtbombs,
Flipper,
Sound Behaviour,
Althea and Donna,
Lightning Bolt,
Eyeless In Gaza,
June Days,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
JFA,
Unrelated Segments,
The Invisible,
The Knickerbockers,
Jacques Brel,
Radiopuhelimet,
Davy DMX,
the Bar-Kays,
Matthew Halsall,
Infiniti,
June of 44,
Tears for Fears,
Eden Ahbez,
Fatback Band,
Mad Mike,
Radiohead,
Theoretical Girls,
The Neon Judgement,
Robert Hood,
Scratch Acid,
Hot Snakes,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department.
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.