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 Dominica and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Icehouse to the grime 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 X-102. All the underground hits.
All Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vaughan Mason & Crew 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord 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 mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Sheep,
World's Most,
The United States of America,
Camouflage,
David Bowie,
Maleditus Sound,
Agitation Free,
The Saints,
Sex Pistols,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Circle Jerks,
The Motions,
The Detroit Cobras,
Wally Richardson,
The Neon Judgement,
The Invisible,
Mr. Review,
David McCallum,
The Black Dice,
Rekid,
Pantytec,
The Gun Club,
T.S.O.L.,
the Sonics,
Alton Ellis,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Five Americans,
Drexciya,
Public Image Ltd.,
Deadbeat,
Albert Ayler,
Massinfluence,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Interpol,
Das Ding,
Severed Heads,
The Cramps,
The Mummies,
Los Fastidios,
June Days,
Joyce Sims,
Juan Atkins,
Tommy Roe,
Joensuu 1685,
Bobby Sherman,
Slave,
Bill Wells,
Popol Vuh,
Skaos,
Soul Sonic Force,
China Crisis,
Simply Red,
The Buckinghams,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gang Gang Dance,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ituana,
Sexual Harrassment,
Neu!,
The Moody Blues,
Cameo,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
X-101, X-101, X-101, X-101.
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.