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 Rwanda and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 oboe 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 Malaria! to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Smog. All the underground hits.
All Organ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wolf Eyes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 güiro and an arpeggiator 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 harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kayak,
Stiv Bators,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Leonard Cohen,
The Kinks,
U.S. Maple,
Nils Olav,
Barry Ungar,
Rotary Connection,
The Wake,
Porter Ricks,
Minutemen,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Cymande,
Mark Hollis,
Bootsy Collins,
Joensuu 1685,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Visage,
The Motions,
Pantaleimon,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Monochrome Set,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Fall,
Basic Channel,
Popol Vuh,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Monolake,
the Sonics,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Doobie Brothers,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Buckinghams,
Lakeside,
Malaria!,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Toasters,
Zero Boys,
Scrapy,
Flipper,
The American Breed,
Pere Ubu,
Archie Shepp,
Maurizio,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ultimate Spinach,
Todd Terry,
Amon Düül II,
Bush Tetras,
Freddie Wadling,
Lebanon Hanover,
K-Klass,
Rekid,
The Neon Judgement,
Brand Nubian,
Q65,
Danielle Patucci,
The Index,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ituana, Ituana, Ituana, Ituana.
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.