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 Afghanistan and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the snare 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 The Litter to the grunge 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 Easy Going. All the underground hits.
All Grauzone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fela Kuti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 clarinet and a sitar 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 chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sällskapet,
Grauzone,
Make Up,
Iggy Pop,
This Heat,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Jesper Dahlback,
the Slits,
Mission of Burma,
Bad Manners,
Fugazi,
Donald Byrd,
The Sonics,
The Count Five,
Newcleus,
LL Cool J,
Rosa Yemen,
Black Pus,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Fall,
John Lydon,
Sonic Youth,
Rotary Connection,
Marmalade,
Al Stewart,
Boredoms,
Jandek,
Andrew Hill,
Terry Callier,
Bobby Hutcherson,
JFA,
Electric Prunes,
These Immortal Souls,
John Foxx,
Shuggie Otis,
Darondo,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Davy DMX,
L. Decosne,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ultra Naté,
Public Enemy,
The Knickerbockers,
Minor Threat,
Fluxion,
Soul Sonic Force,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Pantytec,
Tim Buckley,
Thee Headcoats,
Isaac Hayes,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Techniques,
Thompson Twins,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Average White Band,
Magazine,
John Coltrane,
kango's stein massive,
Excepter,
Crash Course in Science,
Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster.
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.