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 Togo and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 oboe 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 Piero Umiliani to the disco 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 John Holt. All the underground hits.
All The Buckinghams tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Juan Atkins 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer 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 sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Y Pants,
The Moody Blues,
Magma,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Tres Demented,
Scrapy,
Circle Jerks,
Peter & Gordon,
The Mojo Men,
Chris Corsano,
Malaria!,
Anakelly,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bauhaus,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Siglo XX,
Animal Collective,
Amon Düül II,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Half Japanese,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Swans,
Piero Umiliani,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Rites of Spring,
Outsiders,
The Dead C,
Delta 5,
Leonard Cohen,
Glenn Branca,
Massinfluence,
Simply Red,
Inner City,
Danielle Patucci,
the Swans,
The Toasters,
Liliput,
Crooked Eye,
Ralphi Rosario,
U.S. Maple,
Pulsallama,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Iggy Pop,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Thee Headcoats,
The Human League,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
MDC,
Tubeway Army,
Barrington Levy,
Bill Wells,
Mission of Burma,
Scratch Acid,
Pole,
PIL,
Lalann,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Maleditus Sound,
Parry Music,
The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators.
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.