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 Slovakia and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Jawbox to the grunge 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 A Certain Ratio. All the underground hits.
All Flash Fearless tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every F. McDonald record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neu! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter and Kerry,
The Neon Judgement,
Sixth Finger,
Goldenarms,
Brothers Johnson,
The Gun Club,
Charles Mingus,
Deadbeat,
The Golliwogs,
Man Eating Sloth,
Neil Young,
Josef K,
The Vogues,
DJ Style,
Matthew Halsall,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Angels of Light,
The Move,
Ken Boothe,
Morten Harket,
Circle Jerks,
Marcia Griffiths,
Thompson Twins,
Lakeside,
Monks,
Procol Harum,
Pierre Henry,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The J.B.'s,
Alice Coltrane,
Easy Going,
Country Teasers,
Flash Fearless,
Deepchord,
The Fugs,
Whodini,
The Sonics,
Rod Modell,
Radiohead,
Wire,
Nas,
The Black Dice,
Nation of Ulysses,
UT,
X-Ray Spex,
Quando Quango,
Sun Ra,
Terrestrial Tones,
London Community Gospel Choir,
James White and The Blacks,
Amon Düül II,
the Bar-Kays,
Darondo,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Delon & Dalcan,
Moebius,
Fela Kuti,
David Axelrod,
Eric B and Rakim,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Minnie Riperton,
Gang Green,
Neu!, Neu!, Neu!, Neu!.
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.