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 Croatia and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Fire Engines to the dance 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 Pagans. All the underground hits.
All Flamin' Groovies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mo-Dettes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 808 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 clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Soft Machine,
Quantec,
Stiv Bators,
Suburban Knight,
The Mojo Men,
Icehouse,
Young Marble Giants,
Sound Behaviour,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sister Nancy,
the Normal,
Jacques Brel,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Infiniti,
Ice-T,
The Victims,
L. Decosne,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Associates,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Human League,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Skatalites,
The Angels of Light,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Deepchord,
New Order,
Urselle,
D'Angelo,
Marmalade,
The Music Machine,
Wolf Eyes,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Scrapy,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Carl Craig,
David Bowie,
Dorothy Ashby,
John Coltrane,
Absolute Body Control,
Man Eating Sloth,
Eden Ahbez,
Easy Going,
Colin Newman,
The Smoke,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Chris & Cosey,
LL Cool J,
The Neon Judgement,
Sight & Sound,
Roger Hodgson,
Curtis Mayfield,
Delta 5,
Donny Hathaway,
John Lydon,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ossler,
The Five Americans,
Scott Walker,
Mars,
Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force.
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.