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 Andorra and from Delhi.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 güiro 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 Be Bop Deluxe to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Fuzztones. All the underground hits.
All Black Bananas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marvin Gaye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacques Brel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Section 25,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Eyeless In Gaza,
One Last Wish,
Archie Shepp,
Grauzone,
Crispy Ambulance,
Clear Light,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bush Tetras,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Faraquet,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Eli Mardock,
The Red Krayola,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Neil Young,
Ornette Coleman,
Mary Jane Girls,
Procol Harum,
Harmonia,
Zero Boys,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The American Breed,
Buzzcocks,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Icehouse,
Radio Birdman,
Toni Rubio,
Piero Umiliani,
World's Most,
the Association,
Howard Jones,
The Knickerbockers,
Jacques Brel,
Black Bananas,
Bill Wells,
Blossom Toes,
Swell Maps,
Michelle Simonal,
Ken Boothe,
Fluxion,
Rekid,
Das Ding,
Nirvana,
Sexual Harrassment,
Quantec,
Trumans Water,
Symarip,
D'Angelo,
Todd Terry,
Wire,
The Invisible,
The Smoke,
Gang Green,
The Slits,
Matthew Halsall,
The Count Five,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sarah Menescal,
Essential Logic,
kango's stein massive,
OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO.
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.