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 Turkey and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Spokane.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Faust to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Fat Boys. All the underground hits.
All Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scratch Acid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 chamberlin and a sitar 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 synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hoover,
The Flesh Eaters,
Johnny Osbourne,
Donald Byrd,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Agent Orange,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Joensuu 1685,
The Victims,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Idris Muhammad,
Fela Kuti,
FM Einheit,
Harry Pussy,
Arab on Radar,
Joyce Sims,
E-Dancer,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Fall,
The Neon Judgement,
Sight & Sound,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Mr. Review,
The Barracudas,
Darondo,
Average White Band,
Johnny Clarke,
John Lydon,
Neil Young,
Nirvana,
Yaz,
Pussy Galore,
Funkadelic,
Minor Threat,
Man Parrish,
Loose Ends,
Marvin Gaye,
Trumans Water,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ice-T,
Gang of Four,
Sun City Girls,
Young Marble Giants,
The Electric Prunes,
John Cale,
Suicide,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Cheater Slicks,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Names,
Depeche Mode,
The Saints,
Blossom Toes,
the Swans,
Alice Coltrane,
Tubeway Army,
The Sound,
Oneida,
Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon.
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.