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 Zimbabwe and from Spokane.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Brothers Johnson to the punk 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 Nick Fraelich. All the underground hits.
All Chris Corsano tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric B and Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin 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 marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yellowson,
The Grass Roots,
Scratch Acid,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
the Human League,
Stockholm Monsters,
Theoretical Girls,
The Buckinghams,
Mars,
Morten Harket,
Pussy Galore,
The Victims,
Ice-T,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Deakin,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Cramps,
Deadbeat,
Suicide,
Tim Buckley,
Essential Logic,
Brass Construction,
Matthew Halsall,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Sonics,
Janne Schatter,
U.S. Maple,
MC5,
Warsaw,
Fear,
Eric Copeland,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Pere Ubu,
Wire,
Anthony Braxton,
Cymande,
Gerry Rafferty,
T.S.O.L.,
The Searchers,
Danielle Patucci,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Loose Ends,
Parry Music,
Laurel Aitken,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Trojans,
Donny Hathaway,
One Last Wish,
Sam Rivers,
Sonny Sharrock,
Mo-Dettes,
Minor Threat,
Qualms,
Desert Stars,
Hashim,
Cameo,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Zero Boys,
PIL,
Lee Hazlewood,
Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light.
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.