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 Kyrgyzstan and from Cairo.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 arpeggiator 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 Soulsonic Force to the jazz 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 Pole tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Toni Rubio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 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 theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxy Music,
The Mummies,
Ossler,
Deepchord,
The Sonics,
the Soft Cell,
Shoche,
Anakelly,
Rotary Connection,
Terry Callier,
Massinfluence,
Porter Ricks,
Stereo Dub,
Quantec,
Faraquet,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Maleditus Sound,
Henry Cow,
ABBA,
Fela Kuti,
Man Eating Sloth,
Q and Not U,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Graham Central Station,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gichy Dan,
Sugar Minott,
The Smoke,
Skaos,
Altered Images,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
John Foxx,
The Misunderstood,
The Cramps,
Ronan,
Pierre Henry,
Reuben Wilson,
Lower 48,
Funky Four + One,
Black Pus,
Ronnie Foster,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Adolescents,
Sonic Youth,
June Days,
Glenn Branca,
Blancmange,
Camouflage,
The United States of America,
The J.B.'s,
DJ Style,
Tommy Roe,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lee Hazlewood,
Simply Red,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Urselle,
Rufus Thomas,
The Count Five,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls.
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.