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 Kenya and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar 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 Neu! to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Boredoms. All the underground hits.
All The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every These Immortal Souls 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 guitar 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 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Joe & The Fish,
June of 44,
The Busters,
Spandau Ballet,
Boredoms,
The Slackers,
Minor Threat,
Todd Terry,
Black Pus,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Das Ding,
The Neon Judgement,
Con Funk Shun,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Visage,
T. Rex,
Make Up,
Eli Mardock,
Al Stewart,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sun City Girls,
Rapeman,
Jacob Miller,
Unrelated Segments,
Livin' Joy,
a-ha,
Althea and Donna,
Jerry's Kids,
In Retrospect,
Crash Course in Science,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
the Germs,
Judy Mowatt,
Quando Quango,
Altered Images,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Spoonie Gee,
John Cale,
Mo-Dettes,
AZ,
New Order,
Piero Umiliani,
The Slits,
Nas,
Darondo,
Monolake,
Q and Not U,
Fat Boys,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Charles Mingus,
Eric B and Rakim,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Derrick Morgan,
PIL,
The Pop Group,
Alison Limerick,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Barry Ungar,
Leonard Cohen,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band.
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.