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 Moldova and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Ice-T to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Fad Gadget. All the underground hits.
All The Fortunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maleditus Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 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 organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Archie Shepp,
Visage,
Bizarre Inc.,
L. Decosne,
Howard Jones,
Mantronix,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Slick Rick,
Lou Reed,
The Last Poets,
Skriet,
Steve Hackett,
Smog,
Scion,
Public Enemy,
Mad Mike,
John Cale,
Ten City,
Sarah Menescal,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bang On A Can,
the Normal,
Derrick May,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sugar Minott,
Easy Going,
Jimmy McGriff,
E-Dancer,
Circle Jerks,
Slave,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sun City Girls,
Kas Product,
The Gap Band,
Joyce Sims,
Yusef Lateef,
Jeru the Damaja,
Neil Young,
The Leaves,
Nick Fraelich,
Radiohead,
Los Fastidios,
Young Marble Giants,
The Dirtbombs,
The Electric Prunes,
Carl Craig,
Fad Gadget,
Alice Coltrane,
MC5,
Darondo,
The Zeros,
The Remains,
Quadrant,
Donald Byrd,
Lalann,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The New Christs,
Robert Hood,
Eden Ahbez,
The Vogues,
The Cramps,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685.
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.