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 Monaco and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 mellotron 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 Japan to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Janne Schatter. All the underground hits.
All Marine Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lungfish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 synthesizer and a linndrum 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 marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sugar Minott,
Alice Coltrane,
Stereo Dub,
Robert Hood,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Barracudas,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Make Up,
Arthur Verocai,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Curtis Mayfield,
Kevin Saunderson,
Erykah Badu,
The Trojans,
Bluetip,
Das Ding,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Shadows of Knight,
Scott Walker,
Lindisfarne,
Freddie Wadling,
Shoche,
Lou Christie,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Crime,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Minny Pops,
Sexual Harrassment,
Thee Headcoats,
Camouflage,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Tropical Tobacco,
T.S.O.L.,
Marine Girls,
Accadde A,
Livin' Joy,
The Young Rascals,
Mary Jane Girls,
Todd Rundgren,
Young Marble Giants,
Roxy Music,
Sight & Sound,
Glenn Branca,
Cecil Taylor,
Minutemen,
One Last Wish,
The Remains,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Techniques,
DJ Sneak,
Anakelly,
Bill Near,
Bad Manners,
Bootsy Collins,
Marvin Gaye,
Kayak,
10cc,
Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs.
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.