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 Congo and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Swell Maps to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Bang On A Can. All the underground hits.
All Warsaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siouxsie and the Banshees 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron 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 guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joy Division,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ohio Players,
Pagans,
Bootsy Collins,
Outsiders,
Vainqueur,
The Gladiators,
The Stooges,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Popol Vuh,
Half Japanese,
ABBA,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sixth Finger,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Five Americans,
T. Rex,
Cameo,
The Human League,
Scott Walker,
Rapeman,
The Cowsills,
Delta 5,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ronnie Foster,
Robert Hood,
Stiv Bators,
The Fall,
The Names,
Dead Boys,
Visage,
Iggy Pop,
Robert Görl,
Girls At Our Best!,
a-ha,
Tommy Roe,
Joey Negro,
X-102,
The Happenings,
Pet Shop Boys,
Amon Düül II,
The Cramps,
Dual Sessions,
The Slackers,
Liliput,
Anthony Braxton,
Judy Mowatt,
Interpol,
Crispy Ambulance,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Gories,
Eden Ahbez,
Sonny Sharrock,
MC5,
Niagra,
Accadde A,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Oneida,
Terrestrial Tones,
Derrick May,
Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone.
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.