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 Kyrgyzstan and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Crash Course in Science to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Leaves. All the underground hits.
All AZ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord 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 güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lalo Schifrin,
John Cale,
Kayak,
The Count Five,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Intrusion,
Blancmange,
New Age Steppers,
Al Stewart,
Monolake,
Radiopuhelimet,
These Immortal Souls,
Gabor Szabo,
The Cure,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Monks,
The Searchers,
Gastr Del Sol,
Barclay James Harvest,
Pere Ubu,
Second Layer,
The Kinks,
The Gun Club,
H. Thieme,
Howard Jones,
a-ha,
Man Eating Sloth,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Pet Shop Boys,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Von Mondo,
Charles Mingus,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Byron Stingily,
Ronan,
Peter and Kerry,
Hoover,
Adolescents,
Iggy Pop,
Kaleidoscope,
Royal Trux,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Pulsallama,
U.S. Maple,
Sister Nancy,
Juan Atkins,
Radio Birdman,
Kas Product,
the Germs,
Pagans,
Soft Cell,
Graham Central Station,
Jandek,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Youth Brigade,
Joy Division,
The Dirtbombs,
Gang of Four,
Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan.
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.