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 Bangladesh and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 mellotron 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 Country Joe & The Fish to the crunk 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago. All the underground hits.
All Skaos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arthur Verocai 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes 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 a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Janne Schatter,
Technova,
The Residents,
Juan Atkins,
The Skatalites,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Cecil Taylor,
The Flesh Eaters,
Accadde A,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Suicide,
Jerry's Kids,
Scientists,
Jeff Mills,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Mummies,
Underground Resistance,
Marvin Gaye,
Bobby Byrd,
The Beau Brummels,
The Associates,
Little Man,
Minnie Riperton,
Metal Thangz,
The Real Kids,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Fugazi,
Pierre Henry,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Leaves,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Dead C,
One Last Wish,
Camberwell Now,
The Knickerbockers,
Eurythmics,
Monolake,
Ossler,
JFA,
F. McDonald,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Arthur Verocai,
FM Einheit,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Idris Muhammad,
Can,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Victims,
Nik Kershaw,
Desert Stars,
Traffic Nightmare,
Kerrie Biddell,
Alice Coltrane,
Byron Stingily,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Kenny Larkin,
ABBA,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Funky Four + One,
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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.