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 Djibouti and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 sitar 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 Thee Headcoats to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Skriet. All the underground hits.
All Pylon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes 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 linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Terry,
Minny Pops,
Carl Craig,
Ultra Naté,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Terry Callier,
The Sonics,
Soul II Soul,
Colin Newman,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Velvet Underground,
Kaleidoscope,
Hardrive,
Joe Finger,
Rakim,
Roy Ayers,
In Retrospect,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Techniques,
Sarah Menescal,
Crispian St. Peters,
Blake Baxter,
the Bar-Kays,
Au Pairs,
Steve Hackett,
The Cowsills,
Lou Christie,
The Pretty Things,
The Moleskins,
Eric Copeland,
Scratch Acid,
Faust,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Graham Central Station,
DJ Sneak,
Barbara Tucker,
David McCallum,
Dead Boys,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Misunderstood,
Hasil Adkins,
Judy Mowatt,
Brothers Johnson,
The Last Poets,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Five Americans,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Piero Umiliani,
E-Dancer,
Prince Buster,
Derrick May,
Sun City Girls,
The Alarm Clocks,
T. Rex,
Joy Division,
Trumans Water,
Flamin' Groovies,
Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis.
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.