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 India and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Hong Kong.
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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Quando Quango to the punk 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 The Music Machine. All the underground hits.
All Shuggie Otis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet 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 güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Knickerbockers,
Cheater Slicks,
Harry Pussy,
Terry Callier,
Guru Guru,
R.M.O.,
Jacob Miller,
Bootsy Collins,
Gerry Rafferty,
the Slits,
Minutemen,
Drive Like Jehu,
Interpol,
Derrick May,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Scrapy,
Freddie Wadling,
Babytalk,
Jacques Brel,
Danielle Patucci,
Stereo Dub,
DJ Sneak,
Funkadelic,
Outsiders,
Cluster,
The Golliwogs,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
D'Angelo,
DJ Style,
Stiv Bators,
Pole,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
T.S.O.L.,
This Heat,
Scion,
Niagra,
Mad Mike,
Pantaleimon,
Cecil Taylor,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Raincoats,
June of 44,
Mark Hollis,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Neil Young,
Althea and Donna,
The Misunderstood,
Suburban Knight,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ronnie Foster,
Rites of Spring,
Circle Jerks,
Moebius,
Warsaw,
Ash Ra Tempel,
MC5,
Pharoah Sanders,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Echospace,
Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth.
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.