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 Benin and from Toronto.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Sällskapet to the grime 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 Guru Guru. All the underground hits.
All Fluxion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heaven 17 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin 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 oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quantec,
Scion,
Kerrie Biddell,
Cecil Taylor,
Minny Pops,
Swans,
Jandek,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Tommy Roe,
A Certain Ratio,
Radio Birdman,
Theoretical Girls,
Con Funk Shun,
Stockholm Monsters,
Audionom,
Derrick May,
Magma,
Sällskapet,
The Evens,
Soul II Soul,
Tom Boy,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Saccharine Trust,
Ornette Coleman,
Rufus Thomas,
Rotary Connection,
Young Marble Giants,
The Mojo Men,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Freddie Wadling,
Ultravox,
Au Pairs,
New York Dolls,
Reagan Youth,
Godley & Creme,
Unrelated Segments,
Yusef Lateef,
Rhythm & Sound,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lakeside,
Jawbox,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Metal Thangz,
The Pop Group,
Black Bananas,
The Fuzztones,
Jimmy McGriff,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Angels of Light,
The Offenders,
The Sonics,
Bootsy Collins,
Nils Olav,
Althea and Donna,
Shuggie Otis,
The Red Krayola,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Dead C,
New Order,
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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.