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 Tajikistan and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 harpsichord 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 Beasts of Bourbon to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Boogie Down Productions. All the underground hits.
All Ossler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul Sonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cosmic Jokers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Misunderstood,
Soul II Soul,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Wings,
The Fuzztones,
Gong,
The Pretty Things,
Stiv Bators,
Pantaleimon,
Iggy Pop,
Tres Demented,
Terry Callier,
Darondo,
Barbara Tucker,
Pere Ubu,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Brass Construction,
The Blues Magoos,
Warsaw,
Angry Samoans,
Anthony Braxton,
Sixth Finger,
Gang Green,
New Order,
Byron Stingily,
Man Eating Sloth,
10cc,
The Dirtbombs,
Lakeside,
This Heat,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Spandau Ballet,
The Searchers,
Absolute Body Control,
Circle Jerks,
Ken Boothe,
Television Personalities,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Franke,
The Skatalites,
The Victims,
Roxy Music,
Bill Wells,
Charles Mingus,
The Offenders,
Chrome,
Underground Resistance,
In Retrospect,
The Motions,
The Knickerbockers,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Youth Brigade,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Star Department,
Liliput,
Sun Ra,
Shuggie Otis,
Bill Near,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
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.