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 United States and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet 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 The Dirtbombs to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Doors. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker + Sunn O))) tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every PIL 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba 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 spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Archie Shepp,
Fat Boys,
Terry Callier,
Curtis Mayfield,
Byron Stingily,
The Gories,
UT,
David Bowie,
The Slackers,
Aural Exciters,
Gang Starr,
Harry Pussy,
Depeche Mode,
JFA,
Barry Ungar,
Letta Mbulu,
Quadrant,
The Misunderstood,
Kool Moe Dee,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Soft Machine,
Jeff Lynne,
Lindisfarne,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Neil Young,
Joyce Sims,
the Human League,
Tears for Fears,
Marc Almond,
Inner City,
Lee Hazlewood,
Unwound,
Marshall Jefferson,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Tomorrow,
The United States of America,
The Cramps,
Albert Ayler,
Stiv Bators,
Television,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gong,
Guru Guru,
Althea and Donna,
Amazonics,
Rapeman,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Marcia Griffiths,
Simply Red,
Organ,
Panda Bear,
The Smiths,
Motorama,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur.
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.