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 Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Average White Band to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Dorothy Ashby. All the underground hits.
All Nirvana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sixth Finger 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe 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 sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sun Ra,
Avey Tare,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Human League,
Tim Buckley,
Ornette Coleman,
KRS-One,
Hardrive,
Cheater Slicks,
The Velvet Underground,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Black Flag,
Thee Headcoats,
DJ Style,
ABC,
The Moleskins,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Stooges,
The Detroit Cobras,
Rufus Thomas,
Supertramp,
Oneida,
Icehouse,
Wolf Eyes,
Bluetip,
Nils Olav,
The Count Five,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Black Sheep,
Sixth Finger,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Babytalk,
Leonard Cohen,
Erasure,
the Bar-Kays,
Janne Schatter,
Eli Mardock,
Radiopuhelimet,
Joy Division,
June Days,
Loose Ends,
Graham Central Station,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Pagans,
La Düsseldorf,
Lalann,
Althea and Donna,
Bush Tetras,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Radiohead,
The Monks,
Brick,
Talk Talk,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Last Poets,
Sister Nancy,
Kenny Larkin,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Groovy Waters,
Quadrant,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks.
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.