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 Burkina and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 John Holt 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 FM Einheit. All the underground hits.
All The Cramps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Strawberry Alarm Clock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar 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 güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Teasers,
The Pretty Things,
The Associates,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Aural Exciters,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Motorama,
Minutemen,
Steve Hackett,
Monolake,
Skaos,
KRS-One,
Wire,
Amon Düül,
Ituana,
Glenn Branca,
The Fugs,
Scrapy,
Minny Pops,
The Beau Brummels,
Barrington Levy,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
the Normal,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
ABBA,
Fad Gadget,
Alphaville,
Icehouse,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Intrusion,
The Young Rascals,
The Barracudas,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Radiohead,
June of 44,
Ronnie Foster,
Maleditus Sound,
Crime,
Erasure,
Jimmy McGriff,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Eurythmics,
EPMD,
Flamin' Groovies,
Hoover,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Doors,
Clear Light,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Connie Case,
Fugazi,
the Swans,
Minor Threat,
Siglo XX,
Echospace,
Outsiders,
Moebius,
Marmalade,
the Slits,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Busters, The Busters, The Busters, The Busters.
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.