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 Belize and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Marc Almond to the punk 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 Agent Orange. All the underground hits.
All Rhythm & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scientists record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb 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 guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nik Kershaw,
The Slackers,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Fugs,
Television Personalities,
Man Parrish,
Fat Boys,
Black Bananas,
Brick,
Circle Jerks,
Rotary Connection,
Chris Corsano,
Q and Not U,
Traffic Nightmare,
Darondo,
the Soft Cell,
the Human League,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The New Christs,
The Sonics,
Throbbing Gristle,
Massinfluence,
Siglo XX,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Scrapy,
Heaven 17,
Hot Snakes,
Ituana,
Frankie Knuckles,
Los Fastidios,
The Durutti Column,
Yazoo,
Dawn Penn,
Jeff Mills,
Bush Tetras,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Gladiators,
Joyce Sims,
The Dead C,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Young Rascals,
Q65,
Howard Jones,
Alison Limerick,
Joy Division,
L. Decosne,
B.T. Express,
a-ha,
Newcleus,
Juan Atkins,
Ultimate Spinach,
cv313,
Soulsonic Force,
Public Image Ltd.,
Public Enemy,
Derrick Morgan,
The Busters,
Jandek,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Sound, The Sound, The Sound, The Sound.
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.