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 Comoros and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Jakarta.
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 Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the rhodes 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 The Cure to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 LL Cool J. All the underground hits.
All Drexciya tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Human League record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator 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 rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Negative Approach,
Byron Stingily,
Gong,
New Age Steppers,
Soul Sonic Force,
Agent Orange,
The Wake,
The Seeds,
Lower 48,
Minnie Riperton,
Ultimate Spinach,
The J.B.'s,
Barbara Tucker,
Mr. Review,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Morten Harket,
Saccharine Trust,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Reuben Wilson,
Metal Thangz,
Stetsasonic,
Chris Corsano,
Wings,
One Last Wish,
The Evens,
Q and Not U,
A Certain Ratio,
Ultravox,
Jerry's Kids,
The Move,
The American Breed,
Oneida,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Pantytec,
Kaleidoscope,
Stereo Dub,
The Moody Blues,
Young Marble Giants,
Lungfish,
Cybotron,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Fugs,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Flesh Eaters,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Motions,
The Stooges,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Rotary Connection,
Au Pairs,
D'Angelo,
Bill Near,
Cluster,
the Swans,
Curtis Mayfield,
Minutemen,
Ossler,
Isaac Hayes,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Gories,
Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy.
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.