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 New Zealand and from Stockholm.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 sitar 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 the Human League to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Scientists. All the underground hits.
All Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Curtis Mayfield 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro 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 clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wire,
Bizarre Inc.,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Hardrive,
Monolake,
Dead Boys,
Slave,
The Dave Clark Five,
Wolf Eyes,
Essential Logic,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Icehouse,
Sound Behaviour,
Marc Almond,
Little Man,
Technova,
Colin Newman,
Ohio Players,
Underground Resistance,
Joe Finger,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bill Wells,
Chrome,
Royal Trux,
Judy Mowatt,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Aural Exciters,
Letta Mbulu,
Lebanon Hanover,
Howard Jones,
The New Christs,
DJ Style,
The Durutti Column,
Lou Christie,
Trumans Water,
Barbara Tucker,
Crooked Eye,
Malaria!,
The Barracudas,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Oblivians,
The Names,
Ice-T,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Index,
Tom Boy,
Piero Umiliani,
Fugazi,
Boz Scaggs,
Swell Maps,
The Neon Judgement,
The Seeds,
The Knickerbockers,
Hot Snakes,
Duran Duran,
Talk Talk,
Ultra Naté,
The Last Poets,
CMW,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer.
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.