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 Uruguay and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Taipei.
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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Hot Snakes to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Kenny Larkin. All the underground hits.
All The Selecter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Theoretical Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar 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 marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glenn Branca,
Scan 7,
Sandy B,
The Remains,
Bootsy Collins,
The Fortunes,
MDC,
The Cowsills,
Spoonie Gee,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Man Parrish,
Black Pus,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gang Starr,
Gang of Four,
Gerry Rafferty,
Frankie Knuckles,
Danielle Patucci,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lebanon Hanover,
Outsiders,
Kurtis Blow,
Bill Wells,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Wake,
Blossom Toes,
Arthur Verocai,
Jeff Mills,
Quando Quango,
The Gories,
Crooked Eye,
Massinfluence,
Marshall Jefferson,
DJ Style,
PIL,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Fat Boys,
Echospace,
The Stooges,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Eddi Front,
Main Source,
Isaac Hayes,
New Age Steppers,
Dorothy Ashby,
Pussy Galore,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Girls At Our Best!,
Charles Mingus,
Duran Duran,
Tomorrow,
Cheater Slicks,
Ice-T,
The Neon Judgement,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Smiths,
Nils Olav,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Drexciya,
Bill Near,
The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola.
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.