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 Marshall Islands and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Surgeon to the electroclash 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 Popol Vuh. All the underground hits.
All Agent Orange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Newcleus 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro 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 arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pretty Things,
Davy DMX,
Malaria!,
Roxette,
Lou Christie,
Thee Headcoats,
Chrome,
Swans,
Silicon Teens,
Radio Birdman,
Toni Rubio,
London Community Gospel Choir,
James White and The Blacks,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Yellowson,
The Pop Group,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Five Americans,
Blake Baxter,
Mr. Review,
Slick Rick,
The Shadows of Knight,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
In Retrospect,
The Blues Magoos,
Rapeman,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ornette Coleman,
Moebius,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Funky Four + One,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ralphi Rosario,
Pantytec,
Second Layer,
Barry Ungar,
Marshall Jefferson,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Kinks,
Ten City,
Roy Ayers,
Warsaw,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Altered Images,
the Human League,
Pantaleimon,
China Crisis,
The Wake,
The Smiths,
The Techniques,
Eric Copeland,
Crooked Eye,
DJ Style,
Sixth Finger,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Scratch Acid,
Iggy Pop,
Fluxion,
Aloha Tigers,
Outsiders,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Throbbing Gristle,
Dennis Brown,
Jandek, Jandek, Jandek, Jandek.
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.