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 Estonia and from Woodstock.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Neon Judgement to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Mighty Diamonds. All the underground hits.
All Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Don Cherry 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ 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 harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quantec,
Boogie Down Productions,
Amazonics,
Skarface,
K-Klass,
Animal Collective,
Radiohead,
Bill Near,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Moleskins,
Rhythm & Sound,
Scientists,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Tubeway Army,
The Sisters of Mercy,
OOIOO,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Five Americans,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Cowsills,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Trumans Water,
The Golliwogs,
The Blues Magoos,
Mission of Burma,
a-ha,
Fat Boys,
The Remains,
The Skatalites,
Lalann,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Isaac Hayes,
Mo-Dettes,
Gang Starr,
Black Flag,
The Monks,
Pulsallama,
Electric Prunes,
Marine Girls,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Q65,
Sister Nancy,
Minny Pops,
Q and Not U,
Dark Day,
Eden Ahbez,
Barry Ungar,
Blancmange,
Echospace,
CMW,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Barrington Levy,
Godley & Creme,
The Monochrome Set,
Kas Product,
Magma,
Peter & Gordon,
The Trojans,
Tom Boy,
Urselle,
Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson.
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.