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 Serbia and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 marimba 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 Silicon Teens to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Lower 48. All the underground hits.
All Fela Kuti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ice-T record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator 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 sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fort Wilson Riot,
Eric Dolphy,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Absolute Body Control,
Mark Hollis,
Jeff Mills,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
James White and The Blacks,
the Sonics,
Cheater Slicks,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Tropical Tobacco,
DJ Style,
Can,
Lower 48,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Section 25,
Pussy Galore,
Con Funk Shun,
Niagra,
Excepter,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Derrick Morgan,
Fluxion,
cv313,
Porter Ricks,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bill Wells,
Leonard Cohen,
Marc Almond,
Metal Thangz,
Siglo XX,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lakeside,
D'Angelo,
Gichy Dan,
Stetsasonic,
Pagans,
Althea and Donna,
Animal Collective,
Malaria!,
Yusef Lateef,
Ossler,
The Zeros,
Spandau Ballet,
Alphaville,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Vogues,
Jacob Miller,
Roger Hodgson,
Yaz,
Moby Grape,
Lee Hazlewood,
Morten Harket,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice.
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.