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 Namibia and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 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 Fifty Foot Hose. All the underground hits.
All Nirvana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lindisfarne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar 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 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultimate Spinach,
The Seeds,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Model 500,
Skaos,
This Heat,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Sonics,
Kurtis Blow,
The Monochrome Set,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lower 48,
Stockholm Monsters,
X-Ray Spex,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Gap Band,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Rekid,
Electric Prunes,
The Angels of Light,
Drive Like Jehu,
Flash Fearless,
Lou Christie,
Chris & Cosey,
The Fugs,
The Neon Judgement,
Wire,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Procol Harum,
Blake Baxter,
Zapp,
Ossler,
Oneida,
Bizarre Inc.,
Jawbox,
Faust,
Byron Stingily,
Deepchord,
LL Cool J,
Sonny Sharrock,
Kerrie Biddell,
MDC,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Rhythm & Sound,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Girls At Our Best!,
Hardrive,
X-101,
Deadbeat,
Severed Heads,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sandy B,
Matthew Bourne,
Brick,
Half Japanese,
Black Flag,
Josef K,
Flamin' Groovies,
Jerry's Kids,
Swell Maps,
La Düsseldorf,
Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano.
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.