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 Djibouti and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 organ 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 Al Stewart to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Basic Channel. All the underground hits.
All Section 25 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Infiniti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lakeside record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
F. McDonald,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Wake,
Ultra Naté,
Boredoms,
The Move,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Shoche,
The Sound,
Sonny Sharrock,
Fad Gadget,
Barrington Levy,
Henry Cow,
The Beau Brummels,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sällskapet,
Cheater Slicks,
Stetsasonic,
Delon & Dalcan,
Gang Gang Dance,
Duran Duran,
Nation of Ulysses,
Juan Atkins,
Massinfluence,
Vladislav Delay,
Rekid,
Ronnie Foster,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Alice Coltrane,
CMW,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Neon Judgement,
Lou Christie,
Oneida,
Niagra,
Accadde A,
This Heat,
Alison Limerick,
John Lydon,
Reagan Youth,
The Mojo Men,
The Last Poets,
Von Mondo,
Hashim,
Soft Cell,
Aural Exciters,
Joy Division,
Girls At Our Best!,
Talk Talk,
Rites of Spring,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bootsy Collins,
The Mummies,
Lightning Bolt,
Model 500,
Man Eating Sloth,
John Holt,
Erasure,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Danielle Patucci,
Stiv Bators,
Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier.
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.