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 Singapore and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Alison Limerick to the punk 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 Reuben Wilson. All the underground hits.
All Thee Headcoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Juan Atkins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet 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 a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eli Mardock,
Simply Red,
Max Romeo,
Nico,
Oblivians,
Susan Cadogan,
Suburban Knight,
Robert Hood,
Section 25,
The Birthday Party,
Public Enemy,
Crash Course in Science,
Junior Murvin,
Babytalk,
Severed Heads,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Faust,
Gang of Four,
Matthew Bourne,
E-Dancer,
Godley & Creme,
Stetsasonic,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Red Krayola,
New Age Steppers,
Johnny Clarke,
Newcleus,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lalann,
Mission of Burma,
The Human League,
Wings,
Sonny Sharrock,
Yellowson,
The Fall,
Harpers Bizarre,
Los Fastidios,
Joey Negro,
Sällskapet,
Thompson Twins,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Stooges,
Bluetip,
The Neon Judgement,
Boredoms,
Joe Smooth,
B.T. Express,
Ronan,
Moss Icon,
Jacques Brel,
Chris & Cosey,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
World's Most,
Tears for Fears,
The Golliwogs,
Minutemen,
Robert Wyatt,
Technova,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Mary Jane Girls,
John Cale,
John Foxx,
Cal Tjader,
The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs.
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.