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 Edmonton.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 guitar 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 Easy Going to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Kango’s Stein Massive. All the underground hits.
All Skriet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every KRS-One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord 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 marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Fraelich,
Byron Stingily,
Yaz,
Lightning Bolt,
The Smiths,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
48th St. Collective,
The Grass Roots,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Inner City,
Echospace,
Ohio Players,
Aural Exciters,
Camberwell Now,
Bronski Beat,
Model 500,
Slick Rick,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Tropical Tobacco,
Amon Düül II,
Pantytec,
Jawbox,
the Association,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
F. McDonald,
Absolute Body Control,
Minor Threat,
The Litter,
Anthony Braxton,
Technova,
Zero Boys,
Bluetip,
Flash Fearless,
Alice Coltrane,
Con Funk Shun,
Television,
Isaac Hayes,
DJ Style,
The Zeros,
the Bar-Kays,
Crooked Eye,
Babytalk,
The J.B.'s,
David McCallum,
Bootsy Collins,
Altered Images,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Grandmaster Flash,
Liliput,
The Fire Engines,
Howard Jones,
Pantaleimon,
The Beau Brummels,
Maleditus Sound,
Jerry's Kids,
Minnie Riperton,
Lower 48,
Wasted Youth,
The Pop Group,
L. Decosne,
Radiohead,
The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers.
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.