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 Macedonia and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Harpers Bizarre 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 Nils Olav. All the underground hits.
All Dorothy Ashby tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mummies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an organ 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 harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skriet,
Brothers Johnson,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Todd Rundgren,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Stockholm Monsters,
Harry Pussy,
Patti Smith,
Agitation Free,
Dennis Brown,
Symarip,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gichy Dan,
Jerry's Kids,
Sonic Youth,
Cymande,
JFA,
Pussy Galore,
Drive Like Jehu,
Arab on Radar,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Clear Light,
Archie Shepp,
48th St. Collective,
L. Decosne,
The Music Machine,
In Retrospect,
Funkadelic,
Camberwell Now,
The Doors,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Fear,
The Names,
Brick,
Supertramp,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Blossom Toes,
Negative Approach,
Shuggie Otis,
Icehouse,
The Trojans,
Swell Maps,
Minny Pops,
Qualms,
The Barracudas,
The Grass Roots,
Mission of Burma,
Man Parrish,
K-Klass,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Subhumans,
Reagan Youth,
Section 25,
Young Marble Giants,
The Golliwogs,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Robert Wyatt,
Newcleus,
Quantec,
Bobby Womack,
Cheater Slicks,
Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber 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.