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 Lesotho and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Rod Modell to the punk 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud. All the underground hits.
All Juan Atkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vladislav Delay 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deakin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Sonics,
Sandy B,
The Trojans,
cv313,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sun City Girls,
Tim Buckley,
Cecil Taylor,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Invisible,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Alton Ellis,
The Saints,
Thee Headcoats,
Marcia Griffiths,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Marmalade,
Grey Daturas,
Connie Case,
Alison Limerick,
Wally Richardson,
The Selecter,
a-ha,
The Zeros,
The Cramps,
Supertramp,
Nik Kershaw,
Gang of Four,
Byron Stingily,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Tres Demented,
Pet Shop Boys,
Arab on Radar,
CMW,
The Tremeloes,
Ice-T,
The Blackbyrds,
Easy Going,
E-Dancer,
Bill Wells,
Frankie Knuckles,
JFA,
The Dead C,
Cameo,
X-102,
Lou Reed,
The Standells,
Average White Band,
Brand Nubian,
Drive Like Jehu,
Susan Cadogan,
Archie Shepp,
Schoolly D,
Brass Construction,
Roxy Music,
Malaria!,
Dead Boys,
Charles Mingus,
Black Flag,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band.
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.