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 Bulgaria 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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Stetsasonic 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 Ash Ra Tempel. All the underground hits.
All The Moleskins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monolake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet 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 spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donald Byrd,
Gastr Del Sol,
Mission of Burma,
Warsaw,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Barracudas,
Lou Christie,
Anthony Braxton,
Eli Mardock,
the Human League,
Zero Boys,
Warren Ellis,
Eurythmics,
Rod Modell,
Henry Cow,
Sixth Finger,
Hashim,
Outsiders,
Black Pus,
The Doors,
The Birthday Party,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Velvet Underground,
48th St. Collective,
Q and Not U,
Quadrant,
OOIOO,
Nik Kershaw,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
10cc,
James White and The Blacks,
Faraquet,
Bobby Sherman,
Fear,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sparks,
The Slits,
Scott Walker,
Q65,
The Fuzztones,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Joe Finger,
Intrusion,
Jeff Mills,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Aloha Tigers,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Fire Engines,
Drexciya,
Dorothy Ashby,
the Swans,
Davy DMX,
The Trojans,
Gabor Szabo,
Derrick Morgan,
The Pop Group,
Robert Wyatt,
Average White Band,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Slave, Slave, Slave, Slave.
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.