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 Trinidad & Tobago and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba 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 Inner City to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Leonard Cohen. All the underground hits.
All Parry Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eli Mardock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 marimba and a sitar 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 rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Circle Jerks,
X-101,
Funkadelic,
Sandy B,
Ituana,
Chrome,
the Human League,
The Searchers,
The Names,
Shuggie Otis,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Silicon Teens,
The Cowsills,
Jandek,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Young Rascals,
New Age Steppers,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Donny Hathaway,
Derrick May,
Byron Stingily,
Smog,
Dave Gahan,
Easy Going,
T. Rex,
June of 44,
In Retrospect,
Mandrill,
Mo-Dettes,
Section 25,
The Raincoats,
Technova,
KRS-One,
Subhumans,
Little Man,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Popol Vuh,
Cluster,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Michelle Simonal,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Robert Görl,
Danielle Patucci,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Hardrive,
Second Layer,
the Slits,
Dennis Brown,
The Angels of Light,
The Blackbyrds,
Jawbox,
Rosa Yemen,
Man Eating Sloth,
Buzzcocks,
Grandmaster Flash,
Deepchord,
Bobby Byrd,
Outsiders,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie.
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.