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 Cuba and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Tubeway Army to the rock 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 The Blackbyrds. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brand Nubian record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar 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 harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Davy DMX,
Wings,
La Düsseldorf,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bill Wells,
The Birthday Party,
Negative Approach,
Babytalk,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Moby Grape,
Alphaville,
Tres Demented,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Pagans,
Harmonia,
Mars,
Nirvana,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Pierre Henry,
Terry Callier,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Names,
Laurel Aitken,
Scrapy,
Kaleidoscope,
Second Layer,
Todd Terry,
Gong,
Erykah Badu,
Traffic Nightmare,
Barrington Levy,
Dark Day,
Funkadelic,
Harry Pussy,
The Blues Magoos,
Pole,
Underground Resistance,
Bobby Hutcherson,
David Axelrod,
Siglo XX,
Alton Ellis,
The Skatalites,
Lightning Bolt,
Amazonics,
Gastr Del Sol,
Eddi Front,
a-ha,
Youth Brigade,
The Music Machine,
Soft Cell,
Jesper Dahlback,
T. Rex,
Deadbeat,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Donald Byrd,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Monks,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Fall,
The Smiths,
New Order, New Order, New Order, New Order.
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.