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 Italy 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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Music Machine to the dance 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 Royal Trux. All the underground hits.
All Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Young Rascals record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin 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 güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Davy DMX,
Bronski Beat,
Surgeon,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Country Teasers,
Easy Going,
Patti Smith,
Arab on Radar,
Iggy Pop,
Isaac Hayes,
Mission of Burma,
Massinfluence,
Steve Hackett,
The New Christs,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Beau Brummels,
Echospace,
Amazonics,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Toasters,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Dorothy Ashby,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Cramps,
Black Bananas,
Joey Negro,
Albert Ayler,
The Raincoats,
Amon Düül,
The Detroit Cobras,
Fad Gadget,
Eve St. Jones,
D'Angelo,
Deepchord,
The Moody Blues,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Girls At Our Best!,
Rufus Thomas,
David Axelrod,
Sam Rivers,
Nick Fraelich,
Amon Düül II,
kango's stein massive,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
June of 44,
Aswad,
The Martian,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gastr Del Sol,
Television Personalities,
Minor Threat,
Harmonia,
Rod Modell,
La Düsseldorf,
MDC,
The Smoke,
The Skatalites,
World's Most,
Brand Nubian,
Ponytail,
New Order, New Order, New Order, New Order.
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.