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 Burundi and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Johannesburg.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the mellotron 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 June of 44 to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Radio Birdman. All the underground hits.
All John Foxx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ituana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer 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 theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
This Heat,
kango's stein massive,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Jacques Brel,
Jeff Lynne,
Camouflage,
U.S. Maple,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Zapp,
The Wake,
Gil Scott Heron,
Parry Music,
Agent Orange,
Lou Reed,
Barclay James Harvest,
Morten Harket,
Rapeman,
Tres Demented,
Josef K,
La Düsseldorf,
In Retrospect,
Nick Fraelich,
Scratch Acid,
Hasil Adkins,
a-ha,
Nas,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Oblivians,
Maurizio,
Grauzone,
Brand Nubian,
The Buckinghams,
Yusef Lateef,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Alison Limerick,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
UT,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Fugazi,
Interpol,
Eric Dolphy,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sällskapet,
Quantec,
Motorama,
Rhythm & Sound,
Roger Hodgson,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Al Stewart,
Gabor Szabo,
The Moleskins,
The Human League,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Vainqueur,
Bobby Sherman,
Bob Dylan,
Jimmy McGriff,
Aloha Tigers,
Ituana,
Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick.
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.