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 Tuvalu and from Hong Kong.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Iggy Pop to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Pagans. All the underground hits.
All Eurythmics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camberwell Now 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra,
Rotary Connection,
Mars,
The Grass Roots,
Babytalk,
Section 25,
The Names,
Sällskapet,
Drive Like Jehu,
Maleditus Sound,
Josef K,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Shadows of Knight,
Soft Machine,
Ohio Players,
Unrelated Segments,
Avey Tare,
Clear Light,
The Last Poets,
Deakin,
The Martian,
David Bowie,
Underground Resistance,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Surgeon,
Rufus Thomas,
Icehouse,
Piero Umiliani,
Rosa Yemen,
The Remains,
These Immortal Souls,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Livin' Joy,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lower 48,
Adolescents,
Laurel Aitken,
Metal Thangz,
B.T. Express,
The Five Americans,
X-Ray Spex,
Rakim,
Negative Approach,
Deepchord,
T.S.O.L.,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Marvin Gaye,
Tres Demented,
The Dirtbombs,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Beasts of Bourbon,
kango's stein massive,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Magazine,
Pylon,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Move,
The Electric Prunes,
The Golliwogs,
In Retrospect,
R.M.O.,
Q and Not U,
Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott.
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.