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 Serbia and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Von Mondo to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Pere Ubu. All the underground hits.
All Organ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin 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 güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blues Magoos,
Yellowson,
Black Moon,
Wolf Eyes,
The Fuzztones,
Colin Newman,
Ohio Players,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Loose Ends,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
EPMD,
John Coltrane,
Cheater Slicks,
Lalo Schifrin,
Crooked Eye,
Bauhaus,
T.S.O.L.,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Lebanon Hanover,
Eli Mardock,
Wally Richardson,
UT,
Albert Ayler,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Chris Corsano,
The Happenings,
Nick Fraelich,
The Count Five,
Gang Green,
Newcleus,
Rapeman,
Ornette Coleman,
the Soft Cell,
The Dave Clark Five,
Desert Stars,
Qualms,
John Foxx,
Drexciya,
Television,
Silicon Teens,
Delta 5,
kango's stein massive,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Yazoo,
This Heat,
Underground Resistance,
Sex Pistols,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Modern Lovers,
Throbbing Gristle,
Black Pus,
Pylon,
The Evens,
DJ Style,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Marcia Griffiths,
Index,
The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites.
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.