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 Bahamas and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity to the rap 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 Blancmange. All the underground hits.
All Peter & Gordon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 synthesizer and a spring reverb 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 synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Stooges,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gang Gang Dance,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Smoke,
Flash Fearless,
The J.B.'s,
The Flesh Eaters,
Warsaw,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Tremeloes,
Anakelly,
Camouflage,
Lightning Bolt,
Royal Trux,
Subhumans,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Beau Brummels,
Banda Bassotti,
The Associates,
Jacques Brel,
Tom Boy,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Robert Hood,
Guru Guru,
Jeff Lynne,
CMW,
Charles Mingus,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Josef K,
Blossom Toes,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Boredoms,
The United States of America,
The Invisible,
The Human League,
B.T. Express,
Sparks,
Barry Ungar,
H. Thieme,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ossler,
Mr. Review,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Cramps,
The Searchers,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Schoolly D,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Infiniti,
Supertramp,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Joe Smooth,
Black Flag,
Sarah Menescal,
Pylon,
The Remains,
Livin' Joy,
Sonny Sharrock,
Anthony Braxton,
The Doors,
Altered Images,
Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans.
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.