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 Malta and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Edmonton.
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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Gian Franco Pienzio to the rap 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 the Germs. All the underground hits.
All The Gories tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hasil Adkins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar 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 spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flipper,
Buzzcocks,
Kerri Chandler,
Ronan,
China Crisis,
Half Japanese,
Accadde A,
Ossler,
The Durutti Column,
Chris Corsano,
The Leaves,
Bootsy Collins,
Japan,
Average White Band,
B.T. Express,
Spoonie Gee,
Anakelly,
DJ Sneak,
Anthony Braxton,
Siglo XX,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Davy DMX,
Visage,
Agitation Free,
Public Image Ltd.,
Black Flag,
Saccharine Trust,
The Angels of Light,
Crooked Eye,
The Pretty Things,
Radiopuhelimet,
Todd Rundgren,
DNA,
Audionom,
Arab on Radar,
Moss Icon,
Terry Callier,
The Last Poets,
The Wake,
Boredoms,
Beasts of Bourbon,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Mo-Dettes,
James White and The Blacks,
Pantaleimon,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sandy B,
Quadrant,
Dorothy Ashby,
David Axelrod,
Jeru the Damaja,
Pantytec,
Drexciya,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Grass Roots,
Eve St. Jones,
Marvin Gaye,
Eric Copeland,
Kenny Larkin,
Massinfluence,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell.
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.