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 Uzbekistan and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Man Parrish to the rap 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 Dark Day. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra Arkestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every UT record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare 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 harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television Personalities,
The Grass Roots,
Fluxion,
Eric Copeland,
Black Sheep,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Anthony Braxton,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
T.S.O.L.,
Scan 7,
Black Bananas,
Ituana,
David Bowie,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Dead C,
Rosa Yemen,
Trumans Water,
The Flesh Eaters,
John Lydon,
The Moody Blues,
Interpol,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sixth Finger,
The Moleskins,
Franke,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
X-Ray Spex,
Symarip,
Reagan Youth,
Deepchord,
Parry Music,
Brick,
Monks,
Arthur Verocai,
Ultimate Spinach,
Aural Exciters,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
June of 44,
Isaac Hayes,
Michelle Simonal,
The Evens,
The Star Department,
New Order,
Alton Ellis,
Donald Byrd,
DJ Sneak,
Mark Hollis,
Severed Heads,
Alphaville,
Spoonie Gee,
The Gladiators,
Toni Rubio,
Shoche,
The American Breed,
Supertramp,
Young Marble Giants,
Lucky Dragons,
Faust,
the Normal,
Inner City,
Kenny Larkin,
New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers.
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.