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 Australia and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Brass Construction to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Black Sheep. All the underground hits.
All Soul II Soul tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an arpeggiator and a clarinet 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 oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Basic Channel,
Royal Trux,
Bob Dylan,
Malaria!,
Don Cherry,
The Dirtbombs,
The Invisible,
Aloha Tigers,
Bill Wells,
Sparks,
Audionom,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ice-T,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Banda Bassotti,
The Pretty Things,
Ludus,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
the Fania All-Stars,
Dead Boys,
Sällskapet,
Bizarre Inc.,
Joe Smooth,
Robert Görl,
New York Dolls,
K-Klass,
Organ,
Magma,
Soul II Soul,
Chrome,
The Misunderstood,
Lou Christie,
Joy Division,
John Foxx,
Newcleus,
Althea and Donna,
DJ Style,
Scratch Acid,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Dawn Penn,
Josef K,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Duran Duran,
Magazine,
John Holt,
Robert Hood,
Aswad,
Clear Light,
Brass Construction,
Bang On A Can,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Erykah Badu,
Whodini,
Brand Nubian,
Letta Mbulu,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Negative Approach,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx.
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.