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 Colombia and from Woodstock.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the oboe 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 Vainqueur to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Stetsasonic. All the underground hits.
All Pharoah Sanders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 theremin and a marimba 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 snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spandau Ballet,
Jeff Mills,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Aural Exciters,
Inner City,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
David McCallum,
the Bar-Kays,
Eric Dolphy,
Shuggie Otis,
The Gun Club,
Depeche Mode,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Fuzztones,
The Remains,
Camberwell Now,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Boogie Down Productions,
Eli Mardock,
The Evens,
Matthew Bourne,
Zero Boys,
Minny Pops,
Minutemen,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Scott Walker,
T. Rex,
Audionom,
Mr. Review,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Shoche,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bobby Byrd,
The Fugs,
Thee Headcoats,
Blake Baxter,
Hardrive,
Pet Shop Boys,
Slave,
The Black Dice,
The Trojans,
Marvin Gaye,
Joensuu 1685,
Steve Hackett,
Harmonia,
Prince Buster,
The Doobie Brothers,
Marc Almond,
Eric B and Rakim,
Tom Boy,
Von Mondo,
Susan Cadogan,
Popol Vuh,
the Soft Cell,
Deepchord,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Cecil Taylor,
The Mojo Men,
Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant.
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.