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 Brazil and from Hong Kong.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 FM Einheit to the rap 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 Shuggie Otis. All the underground hits.
All The Skatalites tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lindisfarne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 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 snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agent Orange,
Neu!,
Porter Ricks,
Smog,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Au Pairs,
Suicide,
Lower 48,
The Monochrome Set,
Spoonie Gee,
The Birthday Party,
Yellowson,
Minutemen,
Japan,
Monks,
Animal Collective,
Rosa Yemen,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
the Bar-Kays,
Wolf Eyes,
Mo-Dettes,
Trumans Water,
Y Pants,
Steve Hackett,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
These Immortal Souls,
Ultravox,
Black Moon,
Delon & Dalcan,
Quando Quango,
A Certain Ratio,
Mary Jane Girls,
Avey Tare,
The Count Five,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Gories,
Patti Smith,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Amazonics,
Skriet,
Radio Birdman,
EPMD,
The Gap Band,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Fat Boys,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
the Soft Cell,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Q65,
T.S.O.L.,
Tears for Fears,
The Sound,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sarah Menescal,
Siglo XX,
Organ,
Intrusion,
The Mummies,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Erasure, Erasure, Erasure, Erasure.
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.